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Chapter 42

           Theothereyewassmall,paleandcold,anunwinkingandremorselesseye.Therewasaheavypistolopenlyinhistrouserbandandfromthetopofhistatteredbootprotrudedthehiltofabowieknife.

           HereturnedScarlett’sstarecoldlyandspatacrosstherailofthebanisterbeforehespoke.Therewascontemptinhisoneeye,notapersonalcontemptforher,butforherwholesex.

           "MizWilkessontmetoworkforyou,"hesaidshortly.Hespokerustily,asoneunaccustomedtospeaking,thewordscomingslowlyandalmostwithdifficulty."M’name’sArchie."

           "I’msorrybutIhavenoworkforyou,Mr.Archie."

           "Archie’sm’fussname."

           "Ibegyourpardon.Whatisyourlastname?"

           Hespatagain."Ireckonthat’smybizness,"hesaid."Archie’lldo."

           "Idon’tcarewhatyourlastnameis!Ihavenothingforyoutodo."

           "Ireckonyouhave.MizWilkeswasupsotaboutyorewantin’torunaroun’likeafoolbyyoreselfandshesontmeoverheretodrivearoun’withyou."

           "Indeed?"criedScarlett,indignantbothattheman’srudenessandMelly’smeddling.

           Hisoneeyemetherswithanimpersonalanimosity."Yes.Awoman’sgotnobiznessbotherin’hermenfolkswhenthey’retryin’totakekeerofher.Ifyou’reboundtogadabout,I’lldriveyou.IhatesniggersYankeestoo."

           Heshiftedhiswadoftobaccototheothercheekand,withoutwaitingforaninvitation,satdownonthetopstep.

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