[{"node":{"title":"Hanna029","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna029","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Furtively, Minister","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna029","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/Hanna029_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"24\n\non his knee, while Mrs Gomartin and Agnes Sampson moved among them, offering\n\nplates of slim scones and boiled ham on bread. The murmur of voices dropped\n\nas the girl entered the kitchen, and a few of the darkclad men, mostly\n\nstrangers to her, smiled and Jerked their heads while the others looked at her\n\nfurtively, as one who had been in danger of death. Stewartie Purdy, Eehlin's\n\noldest neighbour and friend, rose and took her hand. \u2018We\u2019re thankful to see\n\nthat you're able to be about, lass, he said, and as he retreated to his\n\nchair the others looked up, cleared their throats, and nodded. Then their\n\nheads clustered together in twos and threes and again the murmurous\n\ntalk of crops and cattle arose.\n\nWhen the old man released her hand Sarah walked to the half-door, where\n\nshe stood with her back to the room looking out over tie close. Her hands\n\ngrasped the top of the low door in a fit of anger. She hated the people in\n\nthe kitchen for their interrupted talk, their sly curious stare, and for the\n\nuse of the word 'lass\" by old Purdy. Then most humiliating of all, her\n\nmother's smile of gratitude, almost fawning, which had rested on Purdy as\n\nhe took her hand. Her eyes filled with tears of self-pity as she thought of\n\nthe old man who now lay silent in the parlour. She would show them all that\n\nshe was more than a servant in this house! hut as she stood there, disregarding\n\nher mother's voice at her shoulder, caution, like a tardy sentinel, took up\n\nits position again in her mind. Her eyes hardened, her full lips lifted again\n\nat the corners and she would have turned unconcernedly and cheerfully to her\n\nmother, had not the sound of a step in the close drawn her attention.\n\nTwo men were approaching the house. One of them, a clergyman, paused\n\nat the top of the loanen to wait on the other who was coming in by the gate\n\nover the lough. A thrill of pleasure ran through the girl as she recognised\n\nthe figure and long abrupt stride of Pentland. She thought she saw him raise\n\nhis hand to her but she fled back into the kitchen. \"The minister!\" she said\n","Type":"Text"}}]