[{"node":{"title":"Hanna062","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna062","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fluttering, Latch","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna062","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/Hanna062_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"57\n\nagain Into dripping icy darkness.\n\nThere was little that the men could do in this weather, so they\n\nstayed indoors and sat about in Sarah\u2019s road. Hamilton nursed the fire\n\nin his lap, as Sarah said crossly, whittling eternally with his knife.\n\nHe cut teeth for the new-fangled horse rake and then he made a butter-\n\nprint for the girl, e cow in relief on a shamrock. She scoffed at the\n\ncrude figures, but he was content for he saw that she was pleased. Frank\n\nlay sacking ell day, turning the yellowed leaves of a natural history\n\nbook. Sometimes he threw himself fully clothed on his bed, and Sarah\n\nfound rinds of mud on the blankets. ..hen she scolded him he threw the\n\nbook away, fluttering and shedding leaves, and went outside. He came\n\nback in a few minutes and lounged about in a hangdog way. \"I\u2019m going\n\ndown tae Sampson's - is there anything ye want?\" he asked at last.\n\nSarah lifted the paraffin jar and shook it. There is\" she answered,\n\nthrusting it Into his hand. \"And ask Agnes tae get me half-a-dozen\n\ncandles and a loaf o\u2019 baker\u2019s bread from Skillen\u2019s shop.\" He put on his\n\nhat and drew a sack over his shoulders and went out.\n\nThey were seated at their evening meal when he came back. Sarah\n\nrose when she heard his feet on the close, and lifting his plate from the\n\nhearth, blew the embers from the rim with her breath. They heard him\n\nfumbling at the latch, and then he came in with a little rush, regaining\n\nhis balance, he stared at them foolishly for a moment, blinking his eyes\n\nin the light. He lurched again as he set t! oil-jar in the corner.\n\nSkimming his sodden hat across the room where it left a mark on the\n\ncrocus\u2014yellow wall, he crossed over to the table a id sat down. His\n\nlips were wet and quivering, and his hair, darkened with the rain,\n","Type":"Text"}}]