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"I'm not a millionaire, Miss Scarlett, and considering the money I used to have, what I've got now sounds small. But I made a thousand dollars this year. Of course, five hundred of it went to paying for new stock and repairing the store and paying the rent. But I've made five hundred clear and as things are certainly picking up, I ought to clear two thousand next year. I can sure use it, too, for you see, I've got another iron in the fire." Interest had sprung up sharply in her at the talk of money. She veiled her eyes with thick bristly lashes and moved a little closer to him. "What does that mean, Mr. Kennedy?" He laughed and slapped the reins against the horse's back. "I guess I'm boring you, talking about business, Miss Scarlett. A pretty little woman like you doesn't need to know