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"
Knuckle
under
without
a
fight
?
Women
ai
n't
got
no
more
pride
than
goats
.
"
When
Scarlett
leased
ten
convicts
,
five
for
each
of
her
mills
,
Archie
made
good
his
threat
and
refused
to
have
anything
further
to
do
with
her
.
Not
all
Melanie
's
pleading
or
Frank
's
promises
of
higher
pay
would
induce
him
to
take
up
the
reins
again
.
He
willingly
escorted
Melanie
and
Pitty
and
India
and
their
friends
about
the
town
but
not
Scarlett
.
He
would
not
even
drive
for
the
other
ladies
if
Scarlett
was
in
the
carriage
.
It
was
an
embarrassing
situation
,
having
the
old
desperado
sitting
in
judgment
upon
her
,
and
it
was
still
more
embarrassing
to
know
that
her
family
and
friends
agreed
with
the
old
man
.
Frank
pleaded
with
her
against
taking
the
step
.
Ashley
at
first
refused
to
work
convicts
and
was
persuaded
,
against
his
will
,
only
after
tears
and
supplications
and
promises
that
when
times
were
better
she
would
hire
free
darkies
.
Neighbors
were
so
outspoken
in
their
disapproval
that
Frank
,
Pitty
and
Melanie
found
it
hard
to
hold
up
their
heads
.
Even
Peter
and
Mammy
declared
that
it
was
bad
luck
to
work
convicts
and
no
good
would
come
of
it
.
Everyone
said
it
was
wrong
to
take
advantage
of
the
miseries
and
misfortunes
of
others
.
"
You
did
n't
have
any
objections
to
working
slaves
!
"
Scarlett
cried
indignantly
.
Ah
,
but
that
was
different
.
Slaves
were
neither
miserable
nor
unfortunate
.
The
negroes
were
far
better
off
under
slavery
than
they
were
now
under
freedom
,
and
if
she
did
n't
believe
it
,
just
look
about
her
!
But
,
as
usual
,
opposition
had
the
effect
of
making
Scarlett
more
determined
on
her
course
.
She
removed
Hugh
from
the
management
of
the
mill
,
put
him
to
driving
a
lumber
wagon
and
closed
the
final
details
of
hiring
Johnnie
Gallegher
.
He
seemed
to
be
the
only
person
she
knew
who
approved
of
the
convicts
.
He
nodded
his
bullet
head
briefly
and
said
it
was
a
smart
move
.
Scarlett
,
looking
at
the
little
ex-jockey
,
planted
firmly
on
his
short
bowed
legs
,
his
gnomish
face
hard
and
businesslike
,
thought
:
"
Whoever
let
him
ride
their
horses
did
n't
care
much
for
horse
flesh
.
I
would
n't
let
him
get
within
ten
feet
of
any
horse
of
mine
.
"
But
she
had
no
qualms
in
trusting
him
with
a
convict
gang
.
"
And
I
'm
to
have
a
free
hand
with
the
gang
?
"
he
questioned
,
his
eyes
as
cold
as
gray
agates
.
"
A
free
hand
.
