[{"node":{"title":"Hanna004","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna004","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sexton, Churchyard","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna004","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna004_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"3\n\nhand for a little longer. It wasn't too bad, was it?\" \"No she\n\nreplied \"No, it wasn't, Thank ye, Mr Shorleyson.\" \"Aye' echoed\n\nHamiIton fumbling to take the minister's hand again, \"Thank ye, thank\n\nye.\"\n\nSorleyson replaced the register, locked the cupboard, and opened\n\ntie door leading to the church. \u2019Now\u2019 he said.\n\nThe creak of the varnished door started the sexton from his seat\n\nin the last pew. He peered down the glimmering aisle to make sure that\n\nSorleyson and the others were ready to leave the church, Then he slid\n\nas quickly and quietly as a ferret round the main door into the porch.\n\nThen he appeared, the men and woman nearest the church rose from the\n\ngravestones and shook themselves. The sexton nodded abruptly and glanced\n\nover his shoulder. Suddenly he threw up his hand in warning and started\n\nback into the shadows.\n\nHamilton and Sarah came slowly out of the brown dusk of the porch and\n\nhesitated uncertainly in the pale sunlight. Behind them came Andrew, his\n\nface turned to the minister whose snowy collar gleamed in the shadow, then\n\nthe youth looked out towards the churchyard, his face contracted when he\n\nsaw the visiting country people, and with a word and a touch he urged the\n\nnewly-married couple forward.\n\nHamilton, tall and stooped, wore a dark hopsack suit of old-fashioned\n\ncut with all four buttons of the Jacket fastened, the arm on which rested\n\nSarah\u2019s hand was bent across his chest, holding in its fingers a bowler\n\nhat. From his other knotted and discoloured hand hung a pair of gloves,\n\nthe fingers flat, stiff and unopened. When he left the shelter of the the church\n\nthe wind lifted the strands of hair that had been combed over his bald crown.\n","Type":"Text"}}]