need the money very badly

“I’m not interested in earrings.”
“I’ll give you a mortgage on Tara.”
“Now just what would I do with a farm?”
“Well, you could—you could—it’s a good plantation. And you wouldn’t lose. I’d pay you backout of next year’s cotton.”
“I’m not so sure.” He tilted back in his chair and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Cotton pricesare dropping. Times are so hard and money’s so tight.”
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There was a warm dancing malice in his eyes as he surveyed her.
“So everything is going nicely and you don’t. Well, I’m glad to hearthat. I like to know that all is well with old friends.”
“Oh, Rhett, for God’s sake ...” she began desperately, her courage and control breaking,“Do lower your voice. You don’t want the Yankees to hear you, I hope. Did anyone ever tell youyou had eyes like a cat—a cat in the dark?”
“Rhett, don’t! I’ll tell you everything. I do need the money so badly. I—I lied about everythingbeing all right. Everything’s as wrong as it could be. Father is—is—he’s not himself. He’s beenqueer ever since Mother died and he can’t help me any. He’s just like a child. And we haven’t asingle field hand to work the cotton and there’s so many to feed, thirteen of us. And the taxes—they are so high. Rhett, I’ll tell you everything. For over a year we’ve been just this side ofstarvation. Oh, you don’t know! You can’t know! We’ve never had enough to eat and it’s terrible towake up hungry and go to sleep hungry. And we haven’t any warm clothes and the children are alwayscold and sick and—”
“Where did you get the pretty dress?”
“It’s made out of Mother’s curtains,” she answered, too desperate to lie about this shame. “Icould stand being hungry and cold but now—now the Carpetbaggers have raised our taxes. Andthe money’s got to be paid right away. And I haven’t any money except one five-dollar gold piece.
I’ve got to have money for the taxes! Don’t you see? If I don’t pay them, I’ll—we’ll lose Tara andwe just can’t lose it! I can’t let it go!”
“Why didn’t you tell me all this at first instead of preying on my susceptible heart—alwaysweak where pretty ladies are concerned? No, Scarlett, don’t cry. You’ve tried every trick exceptthat one and I don’t think I could stand it. My feelings are already lacerated with disappointment atdiscovering it was my money and not my charming self you wanted.”