[{"node":{"title":"Hanna042","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna042","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Kitchen, Outburst","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna042","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/Hanna042_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"37\n\n\"You\u2019re looking rightly, too\u201d ventured Agnes tentatively, when her\n\nhusband\u2019s steps had died away.\n\nFergus gave the short bitter laugh of a man who could reveal untold\n\nagony within if he had a mind to. \"I was thinking of putting an end to\n\nmyself in the lough\" he said, gazing straight into the fire.\n\n\u201cHere ye now?\u201d queried Agnes looking up from her knitting, \"Aye,\n\nmaybe you're not as well as ye look - come, tell ould Agnes.\u201d\n\nHer remark had the desired effect. Pentland\u2019s reserve went down\n\nlike a flimsy barrier before the trouble he had been nursing for so long,\n\nspringing up from his chair, he thrust his hands into his pockets and\n\nstrode distractedly up and down the kitchen. \"To tell ye the God\u2019s truth,\n\nAgnes, l*n a verry worrit man, and I dont know what way to turn, at all!\u201d\n\nRe come back to her and the crisp bulbs dangled and swung bohind his head.\n\n\u201cS1t down, son\" said Agnes, \"and tell me what\u2019s putting these wild\n\nthoughts in your head. Hut the little outburst had eased him, and as ho\n\nsat down he felt his trouble to be unreal after all, and he regretted that\n\nhe had come.\n\nHe sat gazing gloomily at the dancing flames, his head sun in his\n\nshoulders. \u2018Ach, it\u2019s nothing\" he said at last \u201cMy mind\u2019s aye chasing\n\nmice.\u201d\n\n\"Ah, it's something, or ye wudna carry on like that\" returned Agnes,\n\nJerking her knitting back into her lap. \u201cHae ye got your_elf into trouble\n\nwi' a girl, or something o* that sort?\"\n\n\"In a manner o' speaking - yes,\"\n\n\"Is it Stewartie Purdy\u2019s lass?\"\n\nIt is not:\u201d he declared emphatically, looking sharply at her,\n\n\u201cAye, well then, is it Martha Gomartin\u2019s girl?\"\n","Type":"Text"}}]