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Already
she
was
regretting
the
hasty
words
.
Had
they
been
spoken
to
anyone
save
Rhett
she
would
have
shamelessly
retracted
them
.
Why
had
she
burst
out
like
that
?
She
looked
at
Rhett
with
an
angry
frown
and
saw
that
he
was
watching
her
with
his
old
keen
,
cat-at-a-mouse-hole
look
.
When
he
saw
her
frown
,
he
laughed
suddenly
,
his
white
teeth
flashing
.
Scarlett
had
an
uncertain
feeling
that
he
had
jockeyed
her
into
this
position
.
"
Did
you
have
anything
to
do
with
this
?
"
she
snapped
.
"
I
?
"
His
brows
went
up
in
mock
surprise
.
"
You
should
know
me
better
.
I
never
go
about
the
world
doing
good
deeds
if
I
can
avoid
it
.
"
That
night
she
sold
the
mills
and
all
her
interest
in
them
to
Ashley
.
She
did
not
lose
thereby
for
Ashley
refused
to
take
advantage
of
her
first
low
offer
and
met
the
highest
bid
that
she
had
ever
had
for
them
.
When
she
had
signed
the
papers
and
the
mills
were
irrevocably
gone
and
Melanie
was
passing
small
glasses
of
wine
to
Ashley
and
Rhett
to
celebrate
the
transaction
,
Scarlett
felt
bereft
,
as
though
she
had
sold
one
of
her
children
.
The
mills
had
been
her
darlings
,
her
pride
,
the
fruit
of
her
small
grasping
hands
.
She
had
started
with
one
little
mill
in
those
black
days
when
Atlanta
was
barely
struggling
up
from
ruin
and
ashes
and
want
was
staring
her
in
the
face
.
She
had
fought
and
schemed
and
nursed
them
through
the
dark
times
when
Yankee
confiscation
loomed
,
when
money
was
tight
and
smart
men
going
to
the
wall
.
And
now
when
Atlanta
was
covering
its
scars
and
buildings
were
going
up
everywhere
and
newcomers
flocking
to
the
town
every
day
,
she
had
two
fine
mills
,
two
lumber
yards
,
a
dozen
mule
teams
and
convict
labor
to
operate
the
business
at
low
cost
.
Bidding
farewell
to
them
was
like
closing
a
door
forever
on
a
part
of
her
life
,
a
bitter
,
harsh
part
but
one
which
she
recalled
with
a
nostalgic
satisfaction
.
She
had
built
up
this
business
and
now
she
had
sold
it
and
she
was
oppressed
with
the
certainty
that
,
without
her
at
the
helm
,
Ashley
would
lose
it
all
--
everything
that
she
had
worked
to
build
.
Ashley
trusted
everyone
and
still
hardly
knew
a
two-by-four
from
a
six-by-eight
.
And
now
she
would
never
be
able
to
give
him
the
benefit
of
her
advice
--
all
because
Rhett
had
told
him
that
she
liked
to
boss
everything
.
"
Oh
,
damn
Rhett
!
"
she
thought
and
as
she
watched
him
the
conviction
grew
that
he
was
at
the
bottom
of
all
this
.
Just
how
and
why
she
did
not
know
.
He
was
talking
to
Ashley
and
his
words
brought
her
up
sharply
.
"
I
suppose
you
'll
turn
the
convicts
back
right
away
,
"
he
said
.
Turn
the
convicts
back
?
Why
should
there
be
any
idea
of
turning
them
back
?
Rhett
knew
perfectly
well
that
the
large
profits
from
the
mills
grew
out
of
the
cheap
convict
labor
.
