[{"node":{"title":"Hanna063","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna063","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Whiskey, Brother","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna063","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/Hanna063_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"58\n\ntumbled on his brow so that Sarah\u2019s heart suddenly yearned to him.\n\n\u201cFetch us down a couple o' glasses, Sarah\u201d he shouted and drew a\n\nhalf-pint of whiskey from his pocket. He set the bottle down with\n\na thump among the tea-things and little trills of laughter ran through\n\nhim as he peered at the bright amber liquor. Then he raised it between\n\nhis eyes end the lamp. Shaken thus, the liquid released whorls of\n\nlight that rose slowly up the bottle melting and reforming again in\n\nspirals and flecks of golden fire. The light penetrating the liquid\n\ncast an aureate glow on the drunken face held close to the bottle.\n\nHe sucked a great breath into his mouth. \"God, but its a wonderful\n\nlovely thing\u201d he said. The sober awe in his voice startled and\n\nshocked Sarah. \"Ye drunken crature\" she cried \"did ye ask Agnes tae\n\nget the groceries?\" He stared at her dumb and outraged, then waved her\n\nimpatiently aside. He turned to his brother. Hami, will ye have a\n\nwee drop?\" There was a pleading note in his voice. Hamilton shook\n\nhis head without looking up. \u201cNoan for me\u201d he mumbled.\n\nThe young man stared angrily at the other two bent over their\n\nplates. The cork squealed as he drew it from the bottle. Still they\n\ndid not look up. He tilted the bottle over his cup and looked at them\n\nagain. Their heads were low over their plates and their lips were\n\nscarcely moving. To his drunken mind they seemed to be saying grace.\n\nHe drove the cork back again with his fist and set it down with a crash\n\non the dresser. His actions were wanton, violent; he wanted the others\n\nto look up and speak to him. The meal finished in silence and towards\n\nthe end of it Hamilton stole a glance at his brother. His face was\n\nsober and sullenly turned away. He looked at the bottle on the dresser.\n","Type":"Text"}}]