[{"node":{"title":"Hanna036","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna036","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"November, Lamplight","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna036","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/Hanna036_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"31\n\nhis eyes were ardent, and there was a gleam of triumphant laughter on his\n\nface as though some obstacle between them had been removed. He stretched\n\nout his hand to touch her. She moved round the table from him, watching\n\nhim wide-eyed. Her elbow knocked over the flour-mug which starred out\n\nwith a little explosion on the floor. In the silence that followed they\n\nheard the steps of Martha in the upper room. \"Hae ye broke the bowl,\n\nSarah?\" she called, the girl laughed silently in his face. \"Wo, mother,\n\nI knocked over the wee mug.\" Frank went back to the fire and sat down\n\nwith his back to her, cowling his head in the blanket. After a moment\n\nshe ran down to her room where she gazed into the mirror for a long time,\n\nclapping her hand swiftly over her mouth when her breath came in a crow\n\nof excitement.\n\nIn November, as was their yearly custom, the Pentiands moved across\n\nto a little farm on the mainland to winter. Fergus had come up twice to\n\nRathard during Frank\u2019s illness, and then when Frank was better the visits\n\ncontinued, lie would come into the kitchen in the evenings with his head\n\nlowered and his eyes blinking in the lamplight. At first Hamilton had\n\nput aside whatever paper he was reading, or whatever work he had in hand,\n\nto talk to his cousin. But now, when Pentland called once or twice a week\n\nhe would only look up from his work to wish him good-evening. Frank greeted\n\nhis cousin with a slow secretive smile that lingered on his face as he\n\ngazed into the fire. And Pentland, having found a seat close to Sarah, and\n\nlaid some little parcel of honey or sweets in the shadows behind her, would\n\nwatch the grin on his cousin\u2019s face, and fail into a vexed silence,\n\nunconscious of the stolen glances of the girl at his side.\n","Type":"Text"}}]