[{"node":{"title":"Hanna258","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna258","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Death, Regret","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna258","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/Hanna258_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff251\n\nChapter Eleven\n\nFrank's death had a deep and lasting effect on the\npeople of Rathard, Skillen's regret at the man's death\nwas intertwined with his much more lively disappointment\nat the upsetting of his plans, for like many who enter\non a project reluctantly, he had come to view the shop\non Knocknadreemally with the greatest enthusiasm, seeing\nhimself not only as a merchant, but as a miller and a.\nstrong farmer in the district. To Martha it was a\npassing shadow, a few tears as brief as a summer shower,\nand then the thought of her forthcoming marriage again\nflooded her young life. To Hamilton and Andrew it was\nthe absence of a familiar voice and presence, for men\nwho work end live together become part of each others'\nlives, for good or ill. It meant more to the elder man,\nfor he had loved his brother, and their life together\nhad been, as he had always understood it to be, and\nmeant it to be, 'woven throughother.'\n\nBut Frank's death sounded deepest in Sarah's heart.\nAs she stood in the close watching them carry the dead\ncripple into the house, she glimpsed for the second time\nin her life the inexorable pattern that they had cease-\nlessly spun behind their everyday lives, and realised\nthat Frank's death could be traced back, step by step,\nto their early folly. And what frightened her and\nsubdued her that evening, was the knowledge that she had\nbrought much unhappiness into the life of the deed man.\nThere was something drastically wrong with lives in\nwhich ambitions and passions were never disciplined nor\nchecked except by external things that could be seen,\nweighed up, and overcome.\n","Type":"Text"}}]