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had exposed her to Ashley in so truthful and so unflattering a
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light, she had made up her mind instantly. Ashley should have the
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mills and at a price so low he could not help realizing how
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generous she was.
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"I will sell!" she cried furiously. "Now, what do you think of
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that?"
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There was the faintest gleam of triumph in Rhett's eyes as he bent
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to tie Bonnie's shoe string.
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"I think you'll regret it," he said.
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Already she was regretting the hasty words. Had they been spoken
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to anyone save Rhett she would have shamelessly retracted them.
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Why had she burst out like that? She looked at Rhett with an angry
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frown and saw that he was watching her with his old keen, cat-at-a-
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mouse-hole look. When he saw her frown, he laughed suddenly, his
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white teeth flashing. Scarlett had an uncertain feeling that he
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had jockeyed her into this position.
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"Did you have anything to do with this?" she snapped.
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"I?" His brows went up in mock surprise. "You should know me
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better. I never go about the world doing good deeds if I can avoid
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it."
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That night she sold the mills and all her interest in them to
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Ashley. She did not lose thereby for Ashley refused to take
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advantage of her first low offer and met the highest bid that she
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had ever had for them. When she had signed the papers and the
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mills were irrevocably gone and Melanie was passing small glasses
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of wine to Ashley and Rhett to celebrate the transaction, Scarlett
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felt bereft, as though she had sold one of her children.
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The mills had been her darlings, her pride, the fruit of her small
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grasping hands. She had started with one little mill in those
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black days when Atlanta was barely struggling up from ruin and
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ashes and want was staring her in the face. She had fought and
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schemed and nursed them through the dark times when Yankee
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confiscation loomed, when money was tight and smart men going to
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the wall. And now when Atlanta was covering its scars and
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buildings were going up everywhere and newcomers flocking to the
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town every day, she had two fine mills, two lumber yards, a dozen
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mule teams and convict labor to operate the business at low cost.
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Bidding farewell to them was like closing a door forever on a part
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of her life, a bitter, harsh part but one which she recalled with a
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nostalgic satisfaction.
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She had built up this business and now she had sold it and she was
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oppressed with the certainty that, without her at the helm, Ashley
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would lose it all--everything that she had worked to build. Ashley
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trusted everyone and still hardly knew a two-by-four from a six-by-
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eight. And now she would never be able to give him the benefit of
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her advice--all because Rhett had told him that she liked to boss
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everything.
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"Oh, damn Rhett!" she thought and as she watched him the conviction
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grew that he was at the bottom of all this. Just how and why she
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did not know. He was talking to Ashley and his words brought her
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up sharply.
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"I suppose you'll turn the convicts back right away," he said.
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Turn the convicts back? Why should there be any idea of turning
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them back? Rhett knew perfectly well that the large profits from
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the mills grew out of the cheap convict labor. And why did Rhett
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speak with such certainty about what Ashley's future actions would
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be? What did he know of him?
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"Yes, they'll go back immediately," replied Ashley and he avoided
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Scarlett's dumbfounded gaze.
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"Have you lost your mind?" she cried. "You'll lose all the money
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on the lease and what kind of labor can you get, anyway?"
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"I'll use free darkies," said Ashley.
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"Free darkies! Fiddle-dee-dee! You know what their wages will
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cost and besides you'll have the Yankees on your neck every minute
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to see if you're giving them chicken three times a day and tucking
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them to sleep under eiderdown quilts. And if you give a lazy darky
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a couple of licks to speed him up, you'll hear the Yankees scream
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from here to Dalton and you'll end up in jail. Why, convicts are
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the only--"
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Melanie looked down into her lap at her twisted hands. Ashley
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looked unhappy but obdurate. For a moment he was silent. Then his
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gaze crossed Rhett's and it was as if he found understanding and
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encouragement in Rhett's eyes--a glance that was not lost on
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Scarlett.
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"I won't work convicts, Scarlett," he said quietly.
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"Well, sir!" her breath was taken away. "And why not? Are you
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afraid people will talk about you like they do about me?"
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Ashley raised his head.
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