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    <title>Hanna119</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>Collar, Scratching</keywords>
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were the simple people he had known so long. He stood looking silently
at Echlin.

&quot;Hamilton,&quot; he said at last, &quot;this is a sad day for me to come to
Rathard.&quot;

&quot;Is it?” asked the other stolidly. Then, as if ashamed, he
lowered his head. &quot;Aye,” he added.

&quot;Tell me, Hamilton, what do you intend to do about Sarah
Gomartin?&quot;

&quot;Do about her?&quot; repeated Echlin in a puzzled tone.

&quot;Surely you must see that the girl will have to marry either one
of you,&quot; said Sorleyson wearily. &quot;Will you not marry her?&quot;

Echlin looked him up and down with a cunning expression in his
eyes. He examined his round hat, his questioning face, his spotless
collar, his slightly protuding vest, his black mud-smeared boots. &quot;To
tell ye the God’s truth, Mr Sorleyson,&quot; he exclaimed looking up suddenly
and frankly, &quot;I’d marry her flying. But she wont have me.”

&quot;H’m,&quot; grunted the minister, breaking a twig from the hedge. &quot;What
about Frank, then?&quot;

The other man made a gesture of impatience. &quot;Frank’ll no settle
down to marry anyone.&quot; He stood looking at the ground for a moment.

&quot;But she’ll no marry me,&quot; he repeated.

&quot;But what hope is there for her otherwise?&quot; demanded Sorleyson.

&quot;If she doesn’t marry one of you, where else can she go?&quot;

Echlin stood scratching his nose and looking at the minister. A
frown gathered on his face. &quot;Who&#039;s talking about her going anywhere?
She&#039;ll bide here, this is her home now.&quot;
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