[{"node":{"title":"Hanna028","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna028","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Neighbours, Rhythmic","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna028","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/Hanna028_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\n23\n\nChapter Five\n\nAn old woman, gathering wrack after the s torn, found Andrew on the\n\nbeach. Sarah stooped over him as he lay in hie coffin in the parlour of\n\nRathard. His beard, washed and combed, lay like a sheaf of silver threads\n\non hie linen gown* The shining plumred life had gone from his lips* his\n\nnostrils and eyelids had become delicate, waxen, translucent like shells, She\n\nheard a step at.the door and drew back as Hamilton entered, bending his head\n\nat the low doorway* \"The neighbours are coming in he said. He laid his hand\n\ngently on her shoulder, turning her to the light, la it wise for ye to be on\n\nyour feet?\"\n\nShe passed her hand across her bruised forehead* I\u2019m bravely now\" she\n\nanswered. \"Are the people in the close?\"\n\n\"Aye, but rest yourself. I bade Agnes Sampson come up and help your mother\n\nmake what little meat there\u2019ll be.\u201d He seated himself on a chair near the door\n\nand laid his hands on his knees* \"Sarah\" he began, now that he\u2019s gone he\n\nnodded towards the coffin, \"I would like you and your mother to bide here for\n\na while till Frank and me get settled. You\u2019re in no hurry away, are ye?\"\n\nHe rose and walked to the coffin and placed his hand lightly on his father\u2019s\n\nbrow. \"He was a good man\u2019 he said \"and he was gey fond of you.\" Sarah rose\n\nswiftly and stood with hear face to the window. z'ran the kitchen came the low\n\nmurmur of voices and a rhythmic beat like a tiny drum a3 some farmhand rocked\n\nhis sparbled boots on the tiled floor, Hamilton stood watching her silently.\n\n'If my mother wants to stay, I\u2019ll stay\u201d she said. without looking at him again,\n\nshe turned and left the room.\n\nShe went up int the kitchen where the mourners were ranged around the\n\nwalls, some seated, some standing, and each with a cup of tea in his hand or\n","Type":"Text"}}]