[{"node":{"title":"Hanna037","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna037","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Blood, Minister","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna037","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/Hanna037_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"32\n\nHe became convinced that Frank was the girl's lover, and that they, and\n\nHamilton, and perhaps even old Martha, were laughing at him. *he first\n\ntime the idea entered his head, anger soon gave way to a peculiar pleasure\n\nin the thought, and he lay in bed and tortured himself, imagining word3\n\nand actions between the two. Yet every time that he swore passionately\n\nnever to s\n\nflooding back, and his turmoil waxed and waned like the shadows that\n\ncrowded round and fled from his swinging lantern.\n\nSarah, the blood throbbing in her lips, her breast still tingling\n\nfrom his embrace, watched Pentland's light till it was swallowed below the\n\nbrae. She crossed the rath behind the house and mounting the ancient wall\n\npicked out his lantern a3 it pricked its way slowly through the darkness.\n\nThen it disappeared for the last time and she returned slowly to the house,\n\ndowncast and dissatisfied.\n\nSome weeks after the funeral, Mr Sorleyson called again at Rathard. he\n\nremained with Hamilton in the lower room for a time, before he came up into\n\nthe kitchen where Martha and Sarah were working. \u201cSo you intend staying with\n\nMr Echlin for a while, Martha?\" he asked.\n\nThe old woman nodded. \"Aye, they want Sarah and me here.\"\n\nThe minister glanced round the trim kitchen. I can see that, he said.\n\n\"I didn't see you in church after all,\" he added, turning to Sarah.\n\nMrs Gomartin put aside the brush with which she was blacking the crane.\n\n\"I'm wearied talking to all three o' them, Mr Sorleyson she interjected. \"But\n\nnot one of them will go a step wi' me. '\n\nThe clergyman looked down at the floor with a grave expression. \"It's\n\nyour duty to go with your mother, you know, Sarah.\"\n\nThe girl turned away with a slight shrug. The red sun pierced the kitchen\n","Type":"Text"}}]