[{"node":{"title":"Hanna144","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna144","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ravara, Manse","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna144","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/Hanna144_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff138\n\nequally unbearable. Time after time the truth trembled on his lips.\nAnd time after time, as he look'd on the patient questioning face of\nhis wife or met the bland glances of his fellow-ministers, he swallowed\nhis words.\n\nOn his last evening in Ravara Manse he sat in his study endeavouring\nto parcel up his manuscripts. His wife appeared in the doorway with a\nsmall plaster figure in her arms. \"Shall we take this?\" she asked,\nholding out her burden like a child. Soleyson felt a fresh paroxysm\nof self-reproach. That she should follow him so uncomplainingly! He\nthrew himself at her feet and putting his arms around her, buried his\nface in her dress. Suddenly the small woman shook him from her skirts\nand looking up he saw her face pink with anger. \"Get up, you foolish\nman!\" she cried. \"You nearly made me drop it on your head!\" After she\nhad gone he sat down again and began to laugh in a shamefaced way. He\nstood up and looked at himself in the mirror over the fireplace. \"I\u2019m\na sick man,\" he said, nodding dejectedly to his image.\n","Type":"Text"}}]