[{"node":{"title":"Hanna129","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna129","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Marry, Spiritual","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna129","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/Hanna129_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff123\n\ntogether, and Sorleyson did not press the question.\n\n\"And are you content?\"\n\n\"I\u2019m content.\"\n\nSorleyson withdrew to the corner of the shed and stood gazing\ngloomily over the lough, Sarah glanced at him once and then went on\nwith her work. It had been a defeat, and yet Sorleyson found himself\nstrangely indifferent to the outcome of the conversation, when he thought\nof Sarah and when he talked with her he felt himself pressed with\napathy towards the very course that he urged on her. All his subterfuges\nwere falling, one by one. His insistence that she should marry one of\nthe men was only a nod to the world. His offer to christen the child\nonly an excuse to bring him back again. For the first time in his life\nSorleyson really knew that there were two separate and antagonistic\nbeings in him: his spiritual self on which all his studies and hopes had\nbeen concentrated for the past twenty years, and which now, when put to\nthe trial, proved puny and impoverished, and his natural carnal curiosity\nin men and women which he had tried to stifle for so long in pious\nreadymade explanations and haIf-fulfillments such as his own tepid\nmarriage. And Mr Sorleyson, standing at the corner of the shed listened\nin fearful pleasure and did not stop his ears.\n\nAttracted by the rhythmic movements of the woman, he shifted his\ngaze to her. She had forgotten him and was completely absorbed in her\nwork. Small damp tendrils had loosened from her smooth head and curled\nher brow. He saw the firm smooth flesh of her upperarm quiver at every\nplunge of the beetle. As she withdraw the stick on its upward stroke\nher face was visible for a moment, her eyes blank as if her thoughts\nwere far away, and her moist lips open a little as she breathed.\n","Type":"Text"}}]