近期热门的优选书刊《飘》，轻松有趣温柔的治愈你(115)

“Poor Frank！What is he going to say when you tell him you"ve bought it yourself right out from under him？And how are you going to explain my lending you the money without compromising your reputation？”
Scarlett had given no thought to this, so intent was she upon the money the mill would bring in.
“Well, I just won"t tell him.”
“He"ll know you didn"t pick it off a bush.”
“I"ll tell him—why, yes, I"ll tell him I sold you my diamond earbobs. And I will give them to you, too.That"ll be my collat—my whatchucallit.”
“I wouldn"t take your earbobs.”
“I don"t want them. I don"t like them.They aren"t really mine, anyway.”
“Whose are they？”
Her mind went swiftly back to the still hot noon with the country hush deep about Tara and the dead man in blue sprawled in the hall.
“They were left with me—by someone who"s dead. They"re mine all right.Take them.I don"t want them.I"d rather have the money for them.”
“Good Lord！”he cried impatiently.“Don"t you ever think of anything but money？”