[{"node":{"title":"Hanna024","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna024","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Woman, Lough","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna024","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/Hanna024_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"19\n\nwere vague and indistinct, and their shouts of farewell came torn and\n\ndisjointed to those afloat. \"He's a crabbit ould blirt, too\" grumbled the\n\nserving man, referring to Andrew, as he and Pentland turned away. But his\n\nmaster only grunted. He v.as preoccupied with the image of the sturdy, \n\npale,smooth-haired woman in whose company he had been for the past three \n\nhours.\n\nHe remembered Frank Echlin's fingers sunk in her thigh and waist and a \n\ntremor ran through him. The slipe caught on a stone, and Pentland turned \n\nround to look down on the lough. The boat had vanished and the grey fretted \n\nwater was hardly distinguishable from the rain and mist that swept across \n\nit.\n","Type":"Text"}}]