[{"node":{"title":"Hanna009","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna009","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Hedgetop, Spectacles","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna009","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/Hanna009_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"8\n\nEchlin and the young man commencenced to unyoke the horse, and\n\nthe women, drawing her skirts around her, crossed over to\n\nthe house, Sorleyson\u2019s face clouded. Ho ruffled the\n\nhedgetop with his open hand. Yes, I trapped her into it,\n\nI failed just as roach as my predecessors failed; as much\n\nas my father failed. He heard his name called, and turning,\n\nsaw; his father standing under the apple-trees.\n\nThe elder man came forward, his eyes shining mildly\n\nbehind hie spectacles. His hair turning white, was still\n\nfull and crisp on the back of his head. He wore a dark\n\nsuit, a spotless white shirt and collar, and hie black\n\ntie was loosely twined, the flat Knot lying on his\n\nshirtfront. He had the benign end silvery aspect of one\n\nwhoso life preoccupation has been the minutiae of human\n","Type":"Text"}}]