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But
that
was
enough
for
Gerald
,
overwhelmed
at
his
unbelievable
luck
in
actually
marrying
her
.
And
if
anything
was
gone
from
her
,
he
never
missed
it
.
Shrewd
man
that
he
was
,
he
knew
that
it
was
no
less
than
a
miracle
that
he
,
an
Irishman
with
nothing
of
family
and
wealth
to
recommend
him
,
should
win
the
daughter
of
one
of
the
wealthiest
and
proudest
families
on
the
Coast
.
For
Gerald
was
a
self-made
man
.
Gerald
had
come
to
America
from
Ireland
when
he
was
twenty-one
.
He
had
come
hastily
,
as
many
a
better
and
worse
Irishman
before
and
since
,
with
the
clothes
he
had
on
his
back
,
two
shillings
above
his
passage
money
and
a
price
on
his
head
that
he
felt
was
larger
than
his
misdeed
warranted
.
There
was
no
Orangeman
this
side
of
hell
worth
a
hundred
pounds
to
the
British
government
or
to
the
devil
himself
;
but
if
the
government
felt
so
strongly
about
the
death
of
an
English
absentee
landlord
's
rent
agent
,
it
was
time
for
Gerald
O'Hara
to
be
leaving
and
leaving
suddenly
.
True
,
he
had
called
the
rent
agent
"
a
bastard
of
an
Orangeman
,
"
but
that
,
according
to
Gerald
's
way
of
looking
at
it
,
did
not
give
the
man
any
right
to
insult
him
by
whistling
the
opening
bars
of
"
The
Boyne
Water
.
"
The
Battle
of
the
Boyne
had
been
fought
more
than
a
hundred
years
before
,
but
,
to
the
O'Haras
and
their
neighbors
,
it
might
have
been
yesterday
when
their
hopes
and
their
dreams
,
as
well
as
their
lands
and
wealth
,
went
off
in
the
same
cloud
of
dust
that
enveloped
a
frightened
and
fleeing
Stuart
prince
,
leaving
William
of
Orange
and
his
hated
troops
with
their
orange
cockades
to
cut
down
the
Irish
adherents
of
the
Stuarts
.
For
this
and
other
reasons
,
Gerald
's
family
was
not
inclined
to
view
the
fatal
outcome
of
this
quarrel
as
anything
very
serious
,
except
for
the
fact
that
it
was
charged
with
serious
consequences
.
For
years
,
the
O'Haras
had
been
in
bad
odor
with
the
English
constabulary
on
account
of
suspected
activities
against
the
government
,
and
Gerald
was
not
the
first
O'Hara
to
take
his
foot
in
his
hand
and
quit
Ireland
between
dawn
and
morning
.
His
two
oldest
brothers
,
James
and
Andrew
,
he
hardly
remembered
,
save
as
close-lipped
youths
who
came
and
went
at
odd
hours
of
the
night
on
mysterious
errands
or
disappeared
for
weeks
at
a
time
,
to
their
mother
's
gnawing
anxiety
.
They
had
come
to
America
years
before
,
after
the
discovery
of
a
small
arsenal
of
rifles
buried
under
the
O'Hara
pigsty
.
Now
they
were
successful
merchants
in
Savannah
,
"
though
the
dear
God
alone
knows
where
that
may
be
,
"
as
their
mother
always
interpolated
when
mentioning
the
two
oldest
of
her
male
brood
,
and
it
was
to
them
that
young
Gerald
was
sent
.
He
left
home
with
his
mother
's
hasty
kiss
on
his
cheek
and
her
fervent
Catholic
blessing
in
his
ears
,
and
his
father
's
parting
admonition
,
"
Remember
who
ye
are
and
do
n't
be
taking
nothing
off
no
man
.
"
His
five
tall
brothers
gave
him
good-by
with
admiring
but
slightly
patronizing
smiles
,
for
Gerald
was
the
baby
and
the
little
one
of
a
brawny
family
.
His
five
brothers
and
their
father
stood
six
feet
and
over
and
broad
in
proportion
,
but
little
Gerald
,
at
twenty-one
,
knew
that
five
feet
four
and
a
half
inches
was
as
much
as
the
Lord
in
His
wisdom
was
going
to
allow
him
.
It
was
like
Gerald
that
he
never
wasted
regrets
on
his
lack
of
height
and
never
found
it
an
obstacle
to
his
acquisition
of
anything
he
wanted
.
Rather
,
it
was
Gerald
's
compact
smallness
that
made
him
what
he
was
,
for
he
had
learned
early
that
little
people
must
be
hardy
to
survive
among
large
ones
.
And
Gerald
was
hardy
.
His
tall
brothers
were
a
grim
,
quiet
lot
,
in
whom
the
family
tradition
of
past
glories
,
lost
forever
,
rankled
in
unspoken
hate
and
crackled
out
in
bitter
humor
.
Had
Gerald
been
brawny
,
he
would
have
gone
the
way
of
the
other
O'Haras
and
moved
quietly
and
darkly
among
the
rebels
against
the
government
.
But
Gerald
was
"
loud-mouthed
and
bullheaded
,
"
as
his
mother
fondly
phrased
it
,
hair
trigger
of
temper
,
quick
with
his
fists
and
possessed
of
a
chip
on
his
shoulder
so
large
as
to
be
almost
visible
to
the
naked
eye
.
He
swaggered
among
the
tall
O'Haras
like
a
strutting
bantam
in
a
barnyard
of
giant
Cochin
roosters
,
and
they
loved
him
,
baited
him
affectionately
to
hear
him
roar
and
hammered
on
him
with
their
large
fists
no
more
than
was
necessary
to
keep
a
baby
brother
in
his
proper
place
.
If
the
educational
equipment
which
Gerald
brought
to
America
was
scant
,
he
did
not
even
know
it
.
Nor
would
he
have
cared
if
he
had
been
told
.
His
mother
had
taught
him
to
read
and
to
write
a
clear
hand
.
He
was
adept
at
ciphering
.
And
there
his
book
knowledge
stopped
.
The
only
Latin
he
knew
was
the
responses
of
the
Mass
and
the
only
history
the
manifold
wrongs
of
Ireland
.
He
knew
no
poetry
save
that
of
Moore
and
no
music
except
the
songs
of
Ireland
that
had
come
down
through
the
years
.
While
he
entertained
the
liveliest
respect
for
those
who
had
more
book
learning
than
he
,
he
never
felt
his
own
lack
.
And
what
need
had
he
of
these
things
in
a
new
country
where
the
most
ignorant
of
bogtrotters
had
made
great
fortunes
?
in
this
country
which
asked
only
that
a
man
be
strong
and
unafraid
of
work
?
Nor
did
James
and
Andrew
,
who
took
him
into
their
store
in
Savannah
,
regret
his
lack
of
education
.
His
clear
hand
,
his
accurate
figures
and
his
shrewd
ability
in
bargaining
won
their
respect
,
where
a
knowledge
of
literature
and
a
fine
appreciation
of
music
,
had
young
Gerald
possessed
them
,
would
have
moved
them
to
snorts
of
contempt
.
America
,
in
the
early
years
of
the
century
,
had
been
kind
to
the
Irish
.
James
and
Andrew
,
who
had
begun
by
hauling
goods
in
covered
wagons
from
Savannah
to
Georgia
's
inland
towns
,
had
prospered
into
a
store
of
their
own
,
and
Gerald
prospered
with
them
.
