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Chapter 577
"The rope?" "Yes, I expect to make my exit from here at the rope's end." "They won't really hang you?" "They will if they can get a little more evidence against me." "Oh, Rhett!" she cried, her hand at her heart. "Would you be sorry? If you are sorry enough, I'll mention you in my will." His dark eyes laughed at her recklessly and he squeezed her hand. His will! She hastily cast down her eyes for fear of betrayal but not swiftly enough, for his eyes gleamed, suddenly curious. "According to the Yankees, I ought to have a fine will. There seems to be considerable interest in my finances at present. Every day, I am hauled up before another board of inquiry and asked foolish questions. The rumor seems current that I made off with the mythical gold of the Confederacy." "Well—did you?"
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