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    <title>Hanna128</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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    <identifier>Hanna128</identifier>
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    <keywords>Conqueror, Lips</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿122

She let the beetle drop from her hands, and laughed, colouring
a little. &quot;A princess? And has your name a meaning, too?&quot;

&quot;My name means - well, Edwin means ’a conqueror.’&quot;

They looked at each other for a moment, and then Sarah said, &quot;And the

name - Ben?&quot;

&quot;Benjamin means the ’son of e right hand.&quot;

He saw her stiffen, and she bent lower over the crook in which she
was kneading the grain. &quot;Why did ye ask for the child’s name?&quot; she
demanded suddenly.

&quot;That is really why I came today. Would you like me to christen
him?&quot;

She shook her head. &quot;I dont know. I would have to hear What the
men say.&quot;

Sorleyson came a little closer. &quot;Sarah, your boy will be called
Ben Echlin when he grows up. Will he have to be ashamed of one of his
names? He wont, if you marry Frank or Hamilton.&quot;

&quot;Isn’t it just because of that, that I cant marry either of them?
God in Heaven, Mr Sorleyson, dont make it harder for me nor you can!&quot;

&quot;I’m not making it difficult for you, I’m showing you a way out
of your difficulty. It’s my duty to advise on these difficulties, Sarah.
I tell you that you’re mistaken to think that you cant marry either of
them! &quot;

&quot;If I did what ye bid me, it would only be putting a scab on a sore.
What right have I to give myself and the child to one man over the other?&quot;

&quot;Do you not lean towards one of them yourself?”

She straightened and looked angrily at him, her lips drawn closely
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