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"
You
're
not
a
rich
man
and
you
have
n't
a
great
family
,
"
said
James
.
"
I
've
made
me
money
and
I
can
make
a
great
family
.
And
I
wo
n't
be
marrying
just
anyone
.
"
"
You
fly
high
,
"
observed
Andrew
,
dryly
.
But
they
did
their
best
for
Gerald
.
James
and
Andrew
were
old
men
and
they
stood
well
in
Savannah
.
They
had
many
friends
,
and
for
a
month
they
carried
Gerald
from
home
to
home
,
to
suppers
,
dances
and
picnics
.
"
There
's
only
one
who
takes
me
eye
,
"
Gerald
said
finally
.
"
And
she
not
even
born
when
I
landed
here
.
"
"
And
who
is
it
takes
your
eye
?
"
"
Miss
Ellen
Robillard
,
"
said
Gerald
,
trying
to
speak
casually
,
for
the
slightly
tilting
dark
eyes
of
Ellen
Robillard
had
taken
more
than
his
eye
.
Despite
a
mystifying
listlessness
of
manner
,
so
strange
in
a
girl
of
fifteen
,
she
charmed
him
.
Moreover
,
there
was
a
haunting
look
of
despair
about
her
that
went
to
his
heart
and
made
him
more
gentle
with
her
than
he
had
ever
been
with
any
person
in
all
the
world
.
"
And
you
old
enough
to
be
her
father
!
"
"
And
me
in
me
prime
!
"
cried
Gerald
stung
.
James
spoke
gently
.
