<> Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna119 Manuscript Collar, Scratching English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna119 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna119_0.jpg LHL Archive 113 were the simple people he had known so long. He stood looking silently at Echlin. "Hamilton," he said at last, "this is a sad day for me to come to Rathard." "Is it?” asked the other stolidly. Then, as if ashamed, he lowered his head. "Aye,” he added. "Tell me, Hamilton, what do you intend to do about Sarah Gomartin?" "Do about her?" repeated Echlin in a puzzled tone. "Surely you must see that the girl will have to marry either one of you," said Sorleyson wearily. "Will you not marry her?" 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. "To tell ye the God’s truth, Mr Sorleyson," he exclaimed looking up suddenly and frankly, "I’d marry her flying. But she wont have me.” "H’m," grunted the minister, breaking a twig from the hedge. "What about Frank, then?" The other man made a gesture of impatience. "Frank’ll no settle down to marry anyone." He stood looking at the ground for a moment. "But she’ll no marry me," he repeated. "But what hope is there for her otherwise?" demanded Sorleyson. "If she doesn’t marry one of you, where else can she go?" Echlin stood scratching his nose and looking at the minister. A frown gathered on his face. "Who's talking about her going anywhere? She'll bide here, this is her home now." Text