[{"node":{"title":"Hanna067","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna067","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Grocery, Defensive","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna067","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/Hanna067_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"62\n\nChapter Eleven\n\nThe roads had been deserted except by a few hard-pressed\n\ntravellers, but now that the weather had hardened the countryfolk\n\nappeared in ones and twos on errands to which the storm had given\n\na little urgency; some to the shoemaker, the smithy, the thatcher\n\nor Skillen's grocery shop. Among them appeared Mr Sorleyson, eager\n\nto finish his visiting-round before Christmas. He came up to Rathard\n\none afternoon. Sarah, who was busying herself at the fireside with\n\nmeal for the fowl, heard his tap et the open door and bade him come\n\nin. He approached her holding out his hand and then he looked at\n\nhers, all meal-daubed, and smiled, Sarah laughed and brushed the\n\nhair from ho eyes with the back of her band, \u2019'we\u2019re in a right\n\npickle here,-' she said, cleaning her ham on her apron and pulling\n\nforward a chair.\n\n\u201cWell, 1 know better then to interrupt said Mr Sorleyson as\n\nhe sat down. Tell me, is Hamilton in?\u201d \u2019No, answered. Sarah stepping\n\na shade too quickly to the door. \"But I'll call him.\"\n\nThe minister raised his hand to stop her. To tell the truth,\n\nSarah, its yourself 1 want to speak to.\"\n\n\"Oh?\u201d The sound was no more than an audible breath laden with\n\nmisgiving. She did not come back to the fire again but stood as if\n\nready to fly. There was silence between them. She, standing there,\n\npoised, her eyes on the defensive; Sorleyson, his head, sunk, turning\n\nhis shallow black hat slowly on his fingers. He sensed in her attitude\n\na need for care in his words.. He wondered, not for the first time, why\n","Type":"Text"}}]