[{"node":{"title":"Hanna115","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna115","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rowan, Circle","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna115","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/Hanna115_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff109\n\nPrank detached the thrawhook from the rope and walked slowly\ntowards Hamilton, rolling the rope into a large prickly bail. At the\nbarn door three hens were industriously scooping out hollows in the\nwarm dust for their bodiew, Sarah glanced upward at the sun, measuring\nwith her eye when the shadow of the rowan trees would fall across the\nboy and her. He lay, tired of the sun, turned into her bosom, asleep.\nThe woman had never known contentment like this before.\n\nThe men were in the fields the following day when Mr Sorleyson\ncame up to Rathard. Sarah was seated at the door when he came into the close,\nand she treated before him into the house as he came towards her. \"May I\ncome in?\u201d he asked, darkening the threshold. The woman nodded silently.\nHe came in, and with only a fleeting glance at the child in its crib, took\nthe chair she offered. \"You are better?\" he asked.\n\nSarah nodded again, a flush rising on her face*\n\n\"I wanted so much to speak to you,\" he continued and then was silent,\nagitatedly turning his circular hat In his hands.\n\nSarah did not help him. She was hostile and wary. His appearance\nreminded her that outside the familiar circle of the farm was a world of\nstrangers, moving about, whispering arson;; themselves as they looked up\nat Rathard.\n\nSorleyson placed his hat on the table and folded his hands. \"Sarah,\nhe said, gazing straight into her face, \"will you look upon me as a\nfriend? Don\u2019t think - oh, I know you doi - that Im going to reprove you,\nNO, rather - can\u2019t we think of some way to right this terrible thing that\u2019s\nhappened?\" The woman was picking at the child\u2019s blanket, het head lowered\nso that, he could see only the curve of her sullen mouth.\n","Type":"Text"}}]