[{"node":{"title":"Hanna057","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna057","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Martha, Cottage","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna057","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/Hanna057_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"52\n\nand shivered. Hamilton\u2019s face lit up with a slow unfamiliar smile. She\n\nturned her eyes away and pulled the cowl of her shawl over her face. The\n\nyoung farmer\u2019s boot clumped down on the floor and he walked slowly\n\ntowards the door. \"Is there ocht else ye want before I go? Water?\n\nKindling?\"\n\n'\"Thank ye kindly, Hamilton. All\u2019s in now.\"\n\nHe turned again at the door. \"I\u2019ll come over tae see ye, maybe?\"\n\nMartha hastened forward both hands outstretched, her face glowing\n\nwith affection. \"You\u2019ll aye be welcome.\" She caught his hand between\n\nher thin hard palms.\n\nHamilton clambered up into the cart and wheeled the horse to the\n\nroad. \"Goodnight tae ye, Martha\" he said. The old woman was an indistinct\n\nfigure in the gloom of the cottage. The flesh of her head and her hands\n\nand her feet shone palely in the glow of the fire.\n\nAt the top of the hill he checked the horse and looked back at the\n\ncottage. The light suddenly grew stronger in the window, Martha had lit\n\nher lamp.\n","Type":"Text"}}]