"Vote!" she cried. "Vote! What on earth has voting got to do with all this, Will? It's taxes we're talking about... Will, everybody knows what a good plantation Tara is. We could mortgage it for enough to pay the taxes, if we had to."
"Miss Scarlett, you ain't any fool but sometimes you talk like one. Who's got any money to lend you on this property? Who except the Carpetbaggers who are tryin' to take Tara away from you? Why, everybody's got land. Everybody's land pore. You can't give away land."
"I've got those diamond earbobs I got off that Yankee. We could sell them."
"Miss Scarlett, who 'round here has got money for ear-bobs? Folks ain't got money to buy side meat, let alone gewgaws. If you've got ten dollars in gold, I take oath that's more than most folks have got."
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