[{"node":{"title":"Hanna058","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna058","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Agnes, Cousin","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna058","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/Hanna058_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"53\n\nChapter Ten\n\nEncouraged by Agnes\u2019s advice Pentland overcame his doubts and\n\nwent back to Rathard a few evenings later. He went determined not to\n\nbe irritated by Frank, repeating to himself, as he climbed the loanen,\n\nAgnes's saying about the honey and the sting. But he was perplexed to\n\nfind that his cousin\u2019s demeanour had changed. The tolerant scorn had\n\ngone from his voice and he gave Fergus a brief and sullen answer to his\n\ngreeting. Fergus was perplexed and yet, at first, a hope rose in him.\n\nPerhaps the issue had been joined between Frank and the girl and the\n\nverdict had gone in his favour, and against his cousin. But nothing in\n\nSarah\u2019s manner encouraged him in this hope. At every whispered word\n\nfrom Fergus she glanced fearfully across at rank before she responded.\n\nWhen the young man asked her to put away her work and com\u00ae out, as they\n\nalways did on dry evenings, she pleaded that the night air was ran and\n\ncold. Yet she did not seam to be afraid of Echlin. Her eyes were hard\n\nwhen she looked at him,as if challenging him. Perhaps, thought Pentland,\n\nand the hair bristled on his neck, perhaps he said he would thrash me if\n\nI came back. He leaned back out of the circle of lamplight the better\n\nto see his cousin. He gripped the seat of his chair. In a few seconds\n\nhis scalp itched with sweat as if he had been running under the sun, and\n\nhis eyes felt as if they were bursting. But Echlin sat brooding over\n\nthe fire, only moving his lips when he shot long slivers of spittle\n\ninto the flame, or lifted an eyebrow to gaze at the outline of Sarah\u2019s\n","Type":"Text"}}]