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Chapter 37

           Helaughedandappliedhimselfhungrilytothecoldcornponeandcoldturnipgreensonwhichcongealedgreasewasthickinwhiteflakes.

           "Youcanhavemyhorse,"saidFrankcalmly."I’veonlytendollarswithmebutifyoucanwaittillmorning—"

           "Hell’safire,Ican’twait!"saidTony,emphaticallybutjovially."They’reprobablyrightbehindme.Ididn’tgetmuchofastart.Ifithadn’tbeenforAshleydraggingmeoutofthereandmakingmegetonmyhorse,I’dhavestayedtherelikeafoolandprobablyhadmyneckstretchedbynow.Goodfellow,Ashley."

           SoAshleywasmixedupinthisfrighteningpuzzle.Scarlettwentcold,herhandatherthroat.DidtheYankeeshaveAshleynow?Why,whydidn’tFrankaskwhatitwasallabout?Whydidhetakeitallsocoolly,somuchasamatterofcourse?Shestruggledtogetthequestiontoherlips.

           "What—"shebegan."Who—"

           "Yourfather’soldoverseerthatdamnedJonasWilkerson."

           "Didyouishedead?"

           "MyGod,ScarlettO’Hara!"saidTonypeevishly."WhenIstartouttocutsomebodyup,youdon’tthinkI’dbesatisfiedwithscratchinghimwiththebluntsideofmyknife,doyou?No,byGod,Icuthimtoribbons."

           "Good,"saidFrankcasually."Ineverlikedthefellow."

           Scarlettlookedathim.ThiswasnotthemeekFranksheknew,thenervousbeardclawerwhoshehadlearnedcouldbebulliedwithsuchease.Therewasanairabouthimthatwascrispandcoolandhewasmeetingtheemergencywithnounnecessarywords.

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