[{"node":{"title":"Hanna241","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna241","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ravara, Gravestones","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna241","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/Hanna241_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\n\n254.\n\nturned round to watch their last passenger descend.\nThe force of the wind and the rain made the old man\nstagger when he stepped onto the road. He raised his\nhand in salute and the bus slowly picked up speed and\nwent droning into the darkness.\n\nPetie walked back a short distance to the gates\nof Ravara churchyard. They squealed as he pushed them\nopen, and his feet crunched on the new gravel of the\npath. At a flat tombstone he turned off the path and\npushed on through the seeping grass. He had almost\nreached the corner of the graveyard under the hedge\nbefore he stopped. The burying-place of the Sampsons\nwas two graves wide and the family stone nodded over\nit, heavy with its tale of death. The top of one grave\nstill rose in a gentle arch of new-healed earth. Here\nthe old man fell on nis knees, then stretched himself\nout, casting his arm over the grave. At first the rain\nstruck him with a dry pattering noise, merging at last\ninto the dull insistent murmur with which it fell on\ngravestones, grass, and trees.\n","Type":"Text"}}]