[{"node":{"title":"Hanna050","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna050","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rocking, Haltered","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna050","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/Hanna050_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"45\n\nleast I\u2019ll see that she goesI\"\n\n\"Don\u2019t meddle with me, Martha!\u201d exclaimed Frank angrily. \"I can\n\nlook after my own affairs. Hae ye forgotten already what my father brought\n\nye here for?\"\n\nThe old woman raised her hands to her head as if she had been struck.\n\n\"Wilt thou afflict the widow or fatherless child? If thou afflict them\n\nin any wise, and they cry at all unto me, 1 will surely hear their cry\n\nshe intoned in a dull voice.\n\n\"Ah, give mo none of your bibical oant!\u201d cried Frank, beside himself\n\nwith anger and shame at what he had said.\n\nHamilton struck the table with his open hand. \"That\u2019s mair them\n\nenough!\u201d he shouted. He turned to Martha who had seated herself at the\n\nfire and was rocking backwards and forwards in her chair. \u201cYe oanna\n\ninterfere wi* us, Martha. If you\u2019re no happy hare, I\u2019m sorry, it seem\n\na wee thing tae leave us for. Nobody hinders ye going to church and after\n\ntoday I\u2019ll warrant ye that you\u2019ll no walk home again. As he said this\n\nhe looked at his brother, but Frank stood gating sullenly out of the door.\n\nThe younger brother\u2019s anger was really not so much at Martha\u2019s presumption\n\nas at the fear of being haltered again, Andrew had not been a tyrranical\n\nfather but he had always commanded implicit obedience from his sons. In\n\ndoing so ho had been strengthened by affection and usage. But at his\n\ndeath, Frank had felt himself a free roan, his own meter. Without\n\nanything having been said between them, his word was as good as Hanilton\u2019s\n\non the farm. An\" he possessed an undisputed delight which he hugged in\n\nsecret glee, the enjoyment of Sarah. So when Martha, a stranger, and a \n\nservant, upbraided him, it was like a stranger\u2019s\n\nhand on the neck of a wicked and restive horse. \n","Type":"Text"}}]