<> Hanna129 Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna129 Manuscript Marry, Spiritual English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna129 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna129_0.jpg LHL Archive 123 together, and Sorleyson did not press the question. "And are you content?" "I’m content." Sorleyson withdrew to the corner of the shed and stood gazing gloomily over the lough, Sarah glanced at him once and then went on with her work. It had been a defeat, and yet Sorleyson found himself strangely indifferent to the outcome of the conversation, when he thought of Sarah and when he talked with her he felt himself pressed with apathy towards the very course that he urged on her. All his subterfuges were falling, one by one. His insistence that she should marry one of the men was only a nod to the world. His offer to christen the child only an excuse to bring him back again. For the first time in his life Sorleyson really knew that there were two separate and antagonistic beings in him: his spiritual self on which all his studies and hopes had been concentrated for the past twenty years, and which now, when put to the trial, proved puny and impoverished, and his natural carnal curiosity in men and women which he had tried to stifle for so long in pious readymade explanations and haIf-fulfillments such as his own tepid marriage. And Mr Sorleyson, standing at the corner of the shed listened in fearful pleasure and did not stop his ears. Attracted by the rhythmic movements of the woman, he shifted his gaze to her. She had forgotten him and was completely absorbed in her work. Small damp tendrils had loosened from her smooth head and curled her brow. He saw the firm smooth flesh of her upperarm quiver at every plunge of the beetle. As she withdraw the stick on its upward stroke her face was visible for a moment, her eyes blank as if her thoughts were far away, and her moist lips open a little as she breathed. Text