[{"node":{"title":"Hanna013","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna013","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Frank, Gomartin","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna013","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/Hanna013_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"8\n\non the arm of her chair listening patiently to the patriarch Andrew\n\nspeaking for himself and his sons; Sarah listening dutifully to the talk\n\nof her elders and only seeming to rest when she glanced casually at the\n\nyoung men. Frank, the younger brother had stopped eating when the visitors\n\narrived and now pushed crumbs around his plate with the end of his cigarette.\n\nHe lounged carelessly in his chair, slim and brown, glancing thoughtfully\n\nat the girl from below him tumbled fair hair. Hamilton, seated in his\n\nfather's shadow.had politely suspended his meal until the woman had tea.\n\nHov he pushed his plate away after mopping up the last of the Mealy-cresshy\n\nwhich had been their evening dish. He spooled honey into the heart of a\n\nfarl and as the sweet slowly uncoiled from his knife he amused himself\n\nwith the thought that the hair of Martha\u2019s daughter was the same colour,\n\nbut he turned his dark face stolidly to his father\u2019s talk. She\u2019s a cold\n\npale one, thought Frank, with no sport in her. Then he caught her calm\n\never-moving glance, and felt uncertain again.\n\n\"Well, Martha, there\u2019s room beyond for both of ye, ' said Andrew,\n\ninclining his head towards the lower part of the house. \"Ye may come as\n\nsoon as you\u2019re free o\u2019 the Bourkes. Ye\u2019d be needed here at the harvest,\n\nand in the winter it would be a great convenience to have the house tended\n\nto.\" The. old man leaned forward with a smile wrinkling his eyes. \" We dinna\n\noften hear a step in the close, but ye can aye go down the road when you\u2019re\n\nlonely.\"\n\nMrs Gomartin carefully folded her square, work-thickened fingers in\n\nher lap. \"It makes no great odds, Andrew,\u201dshe replied with a quick upward\n\nlift of her head. \"A widow\u2019s seat is aye a lonely seat.\"\n\n\"Aye, God knows that\u2019s true enough\u201d answered Andrew, staring sombrely\nat the wall.\n\nThree days later Mrs Gomartin closed her cottage and came with her\n","Type":"Text"}}]