[{"node":{"title":"Hanna130","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna130","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Minister, Hills","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna130","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/Hanna130_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff124\n\nSorleyson quivered and turned in towards her. As she bent again he had\na glimpse of her body through the open neck of her dress. With silent\nfascinated steps he approached and then he bent down, and gently, as\nthough he where clasping a bird, he stretched out his hand and touched\nher bosom.\n\nShe did not recoil faster than he did. As though an electric shock\nhad passed through their bodies and hurled them apart the minister and\nthe woman stood wide-eyed, shocked and breathless, gazing at each other\nin silence. Sorleyson stood with his back pressed to the wall of the\nshed, his eyes full of horror, his hands clasped in a gesture of\nsupplication. \"Forgive me,\" he whispered, \"I dont know what I\u2019ve done.\nSome evil power cane over me.\"\n\nSarah closed the neck of her dress with her hand. \"It would be\nbetter if you went away now, Mr Sorleyson,' she said. Nothing more than\nthat. She didnt scream or cry out or run away from him. He saw that she\nwas shocked and that she pitied him and he was ashamed of the pity he\nsaw. Very timidly he came towards her. \"Sarah - I can say no more. God\nforgive us both. I\u2019ll go now.\" Ihe woman nodded gravely and he turned\nand hurried from the farm.\n\nAs he stumbled down the loanen, the roughness of the track and the\nstubborn little hills in his path slowed hi, and he became less agitated.\nHe paused at a spot in the lane sheltered from both the house und the\nroad, and sat down on a grassy bank. For the first time he thought of\nhis wife. To have had a wife with whom he was in love, what a safe\nanchorage that would have been, what stress it would have spared the\nsoul Hsoul! He turned out the palms of his hands and stared at them. Love was\n","Type":"Text"}}]