[{"node":{"title":"Hanna060","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna060","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Frank, Timbre","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna060","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/Hanna060_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"55\n\nout and drew the door after him. When he had rounded the rowan bushes,\n\nhe stepped silently like a cat, glancing back over his shoulder. He\n\nsaw the light from the open door and Sarah's figure in the bright gap.\n\nTo the man standing in the hedge she seemed to peer out for a moment\n\nand then the door closed softly and slowly. Pentland waited for a\n\nfew seconds then he hurried away without a backward glance.\n\nWhen Sarah closed the door she crossed the floor to the hearth.\n\nShe had been throwing the drains of the teapot across the close. She\n\nknelt down and brewed fresh tea. When it had bubbled a little at the\n\nhearthcheek she brought it over to the table. She drew up a chair and\n\nsat down. \u201cAre ye coming over now?\u201d she asked. Frank rose and dragged\n\nhis warm chair across. They were silent during the meal, several times\n\nhe-was about to speak but when he saw the soft brooding mouth the words\n\ndied in him. When she was finished the girl rose and poured fresh water\n\ninto the pot and placed it close to the fire. She turned to Frank. If\n\nthe tea's too long infused when Hamilton comes in, tell him he may make\n\nsome more for himself.\u201d Frank nodded. He knew that she did not want to\n\nsit alone with him tonight. He watched her as she stood covering tho\n\nbutter at the dresser. He trembled to steal up behind her and slip his\n\nhands round her, under her armpits. But the way she stood with her back\n\nto him, not looking round, warned him. Befor she left the kitchen she\n\nlet down her hair, combing it back with her fingers, and letting it fall\n\nloosely over her shoulders.\n\nWith the departure of Martha from Rathard the brothers and Sarah\n\nbecame secretive and restained and self-absorbed. To Sarah, who spent\n\nmost of her waking hours in the kitchen, the house seemed empty and\n\nresounding. When a timber croaked or a mouse stirred in the lower\n","Type":"Text"}}]