[{"node":{"title":"Hanna035","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna035","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Death, Fireside","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna035","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/Hanna035_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"30\n\nChapter Six\n\nAfter the death of Andrew there was no further talk as to whether\n\nSarah and her mother would remain at Rathard. Once the fever had passed its\n\ncrisis, rank came into the kitchen and sat crouched at the fire, while the\n\nwomen went about their work, indoors and outdoors. His fever had been broken\n\nby some concoction brewed by Agnes Sampson, and she came up each day with more\n\nbrews in which the herbs had changed their proportions, or to which fresh\n\ningredients had been added. The Echlins had a great regard for Agnes, and\n\nsoon Sarah also was looking forward with pleasure to the visits of this\n\nlaughter-loving old woman with the heavy bosom and slim ankles. hen her\n\nlight dancing step was heard in the close and she came into the kitchen,\n\ntalk sprang on people\u2019s lips, and the fire which had been nodding in the\n\nhearth drew up vigouously under the lowered kettle, as though it felt the\n\neye of its mistress. It was during one of these visits that Sarah learned\n\nthat Fergus Pentland had the gift of charming sick animals and people\n\nsuffering from eresipylis. \"A lock of ungodly nonsense!\" cried Martha angrily,\n\nand Frank threw back his head and laughed for the first time since his\n\nillness. Let him be better and get about his work again, prayed Sarah, as\n\nshe heard his laugh.\n\nFor in each of those few days she could almost feel the springs of\n\nvitality and desire rise again in the man at the fireside. His eyes rarely\n\nleft her as she moved about the kitchen. He answered Martha from the corner\n\nof his mouth as he gazed at her daughter.\n\nShe had been kneading bread at the table when suddenly he got up and\n\ncame towards her, his blanket drop ing from his shoulders onto the chair.\n","Type":"Text"}}]