[{"node":{"title":"Hanna043","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna043","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Smirked, Sweetheart","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna043","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/Hanna043_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\n38\n\nHe smirked painfully. \"How did ye guess her?\" he asked.\n\n\"Are ye simple, .Fergus? Sure you're never away from about the\n\nplace!\u201d\n\n\"Well then, it's her\" he replied in an offended tone.\n\n\"And what's wrong between her and you?\" persisted the old woman, the\n\nclick of her needles never ceasing.\n\nPentland seemed at a loss to reply. \"Well, there's nothing wrong\n\nbetween me and her\" he commenced at last \"but 3he seems to be changing\n\nevery day she's up there. 3he's changed a lot since the day ould Andrew\n\nwas drownded, I can tell ye.\"\n\n\"That\u2019s no to be wondered at, considering where she sprung from\"\n\nsaid Agnes. \"It's wonderful what happens tae black-clocks when they\n\nget intae long grass\" she added with malice.\n\n\"Ah, there\u2019s nothing wrong wi' the girl!\" declared Fergus, stung\n\ninto defence of his sweetheart.\n\n\"No, no - there's no a ha'porth wrong wi' her agreed Agnes soothingly.\n\n\"And her mother\u2019s as honest a women as ye'd find in a day's walk. Tell me\n\nthen, what's got intae ye?\"\n\nPentland stood up and threw the hair back out of his eyes. \"I can't\n\nabide her being near that crature, Frank Echlin!\u201d he burst out. \"Sitting\n\nthere wi\u2019 that sneer on his face when I come ini I declare to m'God I\n\ncould lift the throat out of him for it!\u201d\n\nAgnes stiffened. Fond as she vas of Fergus, she had always been\n\nfonder and closer to the Echlin brothers and -'rank had been her special\n\nfavourite, Petie and she, getting old, were now dependent on the Echlins\n\nfor their livelihood and the cottage in which she sat was owned by the\n","Type":"Text"}}]