[{"node":{"title":"Hanna054","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna054","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Blossom, Matrons","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna054","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/Hanna054_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"49\n\nChapter Nine\n\nWhen the apple trees shed their leaves on the lawn of Ravara Manse,\n\nthe house could he seen from the road with its pouting doorway and tall\n\nblue-black windows, the alabaster lion in the fanlight and chairs at\n\nevery window, broad splatbacks and the cupid bows of country heppleWhite.\n\nBy tho time the road had ceased to ring under the heel the thin branches\n\nbristled with splitting buds. In May the blossom frothed to the eaves of\n\nthe house. In August the green globes of fruit nodded in the warm air.\n\nEvery year The Herriot sent his pupils to gather then in for the\n\nminister. By October the leaves lay tattered at the feet of the trees\n\nand the house gleamed again through the thin arms of the branches,\n\nThe manse itself was a commodious and well-planned house. It held\n\na remarkable collection of chairs clustered in hall, landings and odd\n\ncorners. Brought there by succeeding young matrons of the manse, they\n\nhad their day and as prosperity increased, or an urban flock called,\n\nwire discarded by the departing shepherd.\n\nMrs Sorleyson, the present mistress, had been the daughter of a\n\nprosperous Belfast merchant and had gathered round her husband and\n\nherself household goods unusual in a country manse. this affluence\n\nhad even added a lustre to the books in her husband\u2019s library. She\n\nwas a slight pretty woman, the hue of whose eyes, hair and skin was\n\na little too light, trembling on the edge of faded love. She had\n\nbrought to her marriage an unquestioning admiration and respect for\n\nher husband. If any doubts had arisen in her mind during those six\n\nyears of married life, she had attributed then to her own unworthiness\n\nrather than to any flaws in her husband\u2019s character. Unfortunately for\n","Type":"Text"}}]