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Chapter 34

           Afternoonandhushandthefar-offsoundofthewagonscominginfromthespiralingredfields.Worthitall,worthmore.

           Herheadwentup.

           "Areyougoingtogivemethemoney?"

           Helookedasifhewereenjoyinghimselfandwhenhespoketherewassuavebrutalityinhisvoice.

           "No,I’mnot,"hesaid.

           Foramomenthermindcouldnotadjustitselftohiswords.

           "Icouldn’tgiveittoyou,evenifIwantedto.Ihaven’tacentonme.NotadollarinAtlanta.Ihavesomemoney,yes,butnothere.AndI’mnotsayingwhereitisorhowmuch.ButifItriedtodrawadraftonit,theYankeeswouldbeonmelikeaduckonaJunebugandthenneitherofuswouldgetit.Whatdoyouthinkofthat?"

           Herfacewentanuglygreen,frecklessuddenlystandingoutacrosshernoseandhercontortedmouthwaslikeGerald’sinakillingrage.Shesprangtoherfeetwithanincoherentcrywhichmadethehumofvoicesinthenextroomceasesuddenly.Swiftasapanther,Rhettwasbesideher,hisheavyhandacrosshermouth,hisarmtightaboutherwaist.Shestruggledagainsthimmadly,tryingtobitehishand,tokickhislegs,toscreamherrage,despair,hate,heragonyofbrokenpride.Shebentandtwistedeverywayagainsttheironofhisarm,herheartnearbursting,hertightstayscuttingoffherbreath.Heheldhersotightly,soroughlythatithurtandthehandoverhermouthpinchedintoherjawscruelly.

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