[{"node":{"title":"Hanna056","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna056","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cottage, Belongings","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna056","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/Hanna056_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"51\n\nagain sitting down to work* it was not until they ware seated at their\n\nevening meal that he turned to his wife \u201cDo you know of any markets on\n\nThursday, in this part of the world, Victoria?\"\n\nThe woman seated across from him shook her head. \"No, not on Thursday,\n\ndear. Why do you ask?\"\n\n\"Nothing\" he said. \"It\u2019s of no significance. ' And he forgot the matter,\n\nMeanwhile Martha and Hamilton Jogged on in silence until they reached\n\nthe old woman's cottage.Dismounting, Martha crossed to the door where\n\naha kicked away the drift of leaves that had blown into the doorway. he\n\ntook a large iron key from under her shawl and turned it with a grating\n\nnoise in the lock. As she lifted the shutter from the little sunken\n\nwindow, Hamilton looked morosely r uni the little room before turning\n\naway to bring in her belongings. The last article to be brought In, a\n\nlidded basket with a sally-rod through its wicker hoops, he laid on the\n\ntable. He was on his knees breaking twigs and placing them in the hearth\n\nwhen Martha came up again from the bedroom. ..lie had taken off her boots\n\nand her bare feet slapped on the polished earth floor. She was about to\n\nspeak when she saw the unfamiliar basket on the table. Opening it, she\n\ndrew out a dressed chicken and a cake. \u201cWho put this in?\" she demanded,\n\nturning to Hamilton who lay with his cheek to the floor nursing the fire\n\nwith his breath. He stood up and rubbed his eyes. \u201cSarah\" he replied,\n\n\"I saw her putting it in.\"\n\nThe old woman slammed the lid down angrily. \u201cI didna bring it - ye\n\nmay take it back.\u201d Hamilton rubbed his chin slowly, gazing round the\n\nbare little cabin.   \u201cMartha' he said \"don't be harsh on the girl.She's\n\ngey sad at ye leaving. Look,\" he raised his boot over the pulsing heart\n\nof fire \u201clet me put it out an\u2019we\u2019ll go back.\u201d   She followed his glance\n","Type":"Text"}}]