[{"node":{"title":"Hanna061","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna061","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Illusion, Twilight","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna061","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/Hanna061_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"56\n\nrooms her heart raced and she lifted her face, listening. The sense\n\nof emptiness rushed in on her and she would have to go out into the dose\n\nand listen to the muted drumming from the barn where Hamilton seed\n\npotatoes. Nor did the presence of Hamilton and Yank in the house\n\nsooth her. The tiled floor that had sounded all day to the tap and\n\nshuffle of her mother\u2019s feet now clashed harshly under the feet of the\n\nmen.\n\nThe absence of Martha brought back with acute poignancy the death\n\nof Andrew. Although all three of them felt this in varying degrees, the\n\nfeeling of restraint prevented then from talking about it to each other.\n\nThe older woman had absorbed into herself, silently and unobtrusively,\n\nthe void and bitter longing left by Echlin\u2019s death. The illusion of\n\nyouth seemed nurtured and prolonged by the presence of familiar old age.\n\nBut now Martha was gone and there was no-one to stand bet we an them and\n\nthe passing days. Sometimes, as the three of the l sat at their evening\n\nmeal, safe inside the circle of lam]light with the night pressing against\n\nthe window, the keening of a dog across the fields ior.de the familiar place\n\nstrange and hostile to Sarah, and they seemed lifted up in the hollow of\n\nthe ancient rath, adrift without guidance on a dark and desolate sea.\n\nThey wore now passing through the short glimmering days of the year,\n\ndays of drenched storm riven twilight. very day from horizon to horizon\n\nthe sky was filled with matted clouds creeping to the east. At noon for\n\nan hour, an unearthly pearly light fell on the walls and fields, a light\n\nthat pressed on the head and hurt the brain, and those who had t be out\n\nat that time did so with averted heads, hurrying quickly from doorway to\n\ndoorway. Then the baffled sun drew away and the countryside slid back\n","Type":"Text"}}]