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    <title>Hanna117</title>
    <updated>Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58</updated>
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    <collections>Part Two</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1951</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, April 7, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Townland, Minister</keywords>
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&quot;Can&#039;t you put the child somewhere, until we’ve finished talking?&quot;
he asked irritably,

’’No,&quot; she answered. &quot;It&#039;s past his feeding time anyway.&quot;

In his annoyance, Sorleyson said something that he had already
considered and rejected, as being contemptible and cruel.

&quot;Sarah, tell me, what do you think your mother would have felt
about this?&quot;

He saw her wince and immediately regretted his question. The young
mother looked at him calmly for a moment. &quot; Well, you said you came as a
friend, Mr Sorleyson. I hope you&#039;re satisfied now. What you&#039;ve said to
me is no different from what the people of the townland would say. You&#039;re
a man who&#039;s supposed to know better. Everything should be a kind of a
way for you, to be right. Nothing ever is. It was the same when - &quot;

&quot;When what?&quot; asked Sorleyson, leaning forward.

&quot;When Andrew died. I dont know how ye did it, but ye stole some-
thing away from that too!&quot;

&quot;Surely, surely I didn&#039;t!&quot; cried Sorleyson.

&quot;Yes, ye did!&quot; cried the woman springing up in passion. &quot;I told ye
he left go of the boat for us, and ye said something about a sacrifice
that should teach us something. It was like as if he had done nothing
more than threw a pound-note on the collection plate. He gave his life
for his sons and me, and all the time you were thinking how it could be
made to prove something else, &quot;My God, Mr Sorleyson, things happen to
people!&quot;

&quot;Yes, Sarah,&quot; answered the minister, &quot;but there is a guidance that
helps us to combat the temptations of life, and a Divine help which
supports us in those evil hours that none of us can avoid. Have you
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