[{"node":{"title":"Hanna055","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna055","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Husband, Macabre","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna055","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/Hanna055_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"50\n\nEdwin Sorleyson\u2019s peace of mind, he was only too well aware of his\n\nselfishness, his boredom with hi3 life, his inability to return his\n\nwife\u2019s affection. He had honestly tried in the first years of their\n\nlife together to be a loving husband, and it was with both a knowledge\n\nof failure and a sense of relief that he watched their relationship\n\nchange to that of strangers, bound for a lifelong duress to stifle\n\nthe fruitless blaze of anger, and perform all the little acts that\n\nconvention expected.\n\nSorleyson was a creature of habit and he went into hisstudy\n\nevery Thursday afternoon to refurbish his sermons. He took down one\n\nof his favourite poets, Pollok,or Heber or James Montgomery, and began\n\nto road, pausing only to make notes. Then his pencil fell, his notes\n\nwere forgotten and he slipped the volume forward on the table and leant\n\nback with a lover\u2019s smile on his lips. At this point he sighed, lifted\n\nhis pencil, adjusted his spectacles and set himself again at his \n\nmacabre task. On the following Sabbath evening the congregation of \n\nRavara would be edified by a discourse liberally sprinkled with \n\nquotations from the lesser nineteenth-century poets, or listen again \n\nwith drowsy loyalty to \"God, nature and Hobble Burns.\"\n\nHe was seated at his study table when the sound of a springcart\n\npassing on the road below made him glance out of the winnow. He saw\n\nthe figures of old Mrs Gomartin and Hamilton Echlin nod along above the\n\nlevel of the hedge. His interest in the Rathard household still being\n\nactive he rose and looked down at the departing cart. In the back of it\n\nhe saw various bundles and baskets and after deciding that they were on\n\ntheir way to market glanced idly around the sombre countryside before\n","Type":"Text"}}]