[{"node":{"title":"Hanna059","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna059","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Pentland, Hamilton","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna059","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/Hanna059_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"54\n\nlegs in the firelight.\n\nThe girl stood up to lower the kettle on the crane, For the\n\nfirst time Pentland realised that Mrs Gomartin was absent. \"Is your\n\nmother reading?\" he asked, looking behind him into the shadows as if\n\nexpecting to see her seated there. Sarah, who had been lifting cups\n\noff the dresser, started at his question. \"My mother?\" she repeated,\n\nand then after the faintest hesitation; \"Did yo not know? She went back\n\nt'Banyil last week.\"\n\nAh.\" There was such a note of comprehension in Pentland's voice\n\nthat Echlin rained his head sharply, and Sarah paused, her hand on a\n\ncup on the dresser. Pentland's eyes moved unseeingly over the objects\n\non the mantelpiece. On his mouth was a bitter triumphant smile. He\n\nrose abruptly, buttoning his jacket. \u201cI\u2019ll go now' he said, without\n\nlooking at the girl. The kettle\u2019s near singing\u201d she said in a small\n\ndespairing voice.\n\nHis heart smote him and he looked at her. But even as he looked\n\nhe was smothered in hatred and a desire to hurt her. Without moving his\n\neye a hairsbreadth he could see Echlin seated at the fire. There they\n\nwere, both of then in the same vision, close together, waiting for him\n\nto go. And in her greed she wanted him too. In her insatiable childish\n\ngreed she wanted everybody. He, him and Hamilton, if she hasn\u2019t got him.\n\n\"1 don't think I'll wait\" he said, with as much malice and contempt in\n\nhis voice as he could summon. He saw her wince and her eyes darken.\n\nHe turned away to the door almost choking with Joy. God, if there was\n\nno end to the suffering he could make her go through: Then he became\n\ncunning. There was the faintest droop to his shoulders as he lifted\n\nthe latch. Goodnight\" he said without raising his head. He went\n","Type":"Text"}}]