[{"node":{"title":"Hanna008","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna008","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Father, History","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna008","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/Hanna008_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"7\n\napple-trees on the lawn. The window-panes, crystal clear\n\nand bulging outward slightly in their narrow frames, gave\n\non airy appearance to the house. But Mr Sorleyson did not\n\nhurry inward. Leaning his arms on the dry yielding hedge,\n\nhe studied the ploughland on the other side, his eyes\n\nrunning up the curving furrows until they became flattened\n\ncogs on the skyline. He felt nothing hut satisfaction at\n\nwhat he had done, what weighed most with him, he reflected,\n\nwas the pleasure that his father would feel in knowing that\n\nHamilton and Sarah were now married. That alone Justified the\n\ncasuistry. Except What his predecessor had told him, he knew\n\nvery little of their history. From his father he had had\n\nonly a few disjointed words of concern, and then, on the last\n\ntime he had questioned him, an agonised pressure of the hand,\n\nwhich had left him in surprise and wondering silence as the\n\nold nan. withdraw to his room. Thinking of it afterwards, he\n\nremembered that this had been the old man\u2019s first charge, and\n\nthe son felt again, vicariously and for a moment, the anguish\n\nof his father.\n\nAs he stood gazing at the pent-in landscape, he thought it\n\nno irreverent fancy to interpret as the devine Will that he\n\nshould be instrumental in bringing back to the paths of\n\npropriety these two souls that must have caused his father so\n\nmuch sorrow. At that moment he raised his eyes to the hill-\n\nfarm of Rathard. The horse and trap had drawn up in the farm-\n\nclose and he watched the elderly couple and their son dismount.\n","Type":"Text"}}]