[{"node":{"title":"Hanna020","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna020","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Hamilton, Pentland","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna020","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/Hanna020_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"15\n\nclose, and the sound of their feet on the paving-stones at the dog barking\n\nagain from whatever outhouse he sheltered in. Fergus I out land net than at\n\nthe doorway. He was a man of about thirty, with a brickrei complexion and\n\nlank black hair that kept falling down into his eyes\u2019. He wore a fine white\n\nshirt, a tweed vest and riding breaches, and the porch in which he stood,\n\nwith its 3hot-horns and churn of corn hanging on the varnished walls, indicated\n\na genteel and prosperous farmer.\n\nHo greeted his visitors affably, but his uncle Andrew\u2019s response was as\n\ncurt as decency would allow, and ho would have pushed post Pentland had the\n\nother not retreated before him, which surprised Jarah, who thought him a very\n\nwell-set-up and pleasant young man. The noise of their arrival had been heard\n\nby someone inside the house, for a high quavoring voice was heard calling on\n\nAndrew's name. Hamilton and Frank beckoned Sarah to follow their father and\n\nthey entered a large red-flagged kitchen where an old woman sat knitting before\n\ntho fire.\n\n\"Aye, its me, Mother Pentland\u201d said Andrew, in answer to the old woman\u2019s\n\nquestion. \"And who\u2019s that wi\u2019 ye?\" asked the old woman peering beyond the men\n\nto Sarah. \"It\u2019s Martha Gomartin\u2019s daughter. They\u2019re giving us a hand up at\n\nRathard now. Come forrit, Sarah, till Mrs Pentland sees ye.\"\n\nWhile Mrs Pentland was shaking hands with Sarah, her grandson was settle\n\nforward chairs for the visitors. A young servant appeared, her arms still\n\nfreckled with meal, and lifting the rings on tho range, set the kettle on the\n\nfire. When she went to spread the cloth Fergus Pentland rose lazily from the\n\ntable-corner on which he had seated himself to lean against the firecheek, from\n\nwhere, brown arms folded, he kept up a stream of - good-humoured banter with his\n\ncousins, occasionaly glancing into Sarah\u2019s face to see if he had her attention.\n\nThe girl, seated between Andrew and the old lady who had their heads together\n","Type":"Text"}}]