[{"node":{"title":"Hanna073","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna073","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Spring, Turkeys","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna073","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/Hanna073_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"68\n\nto the main road.\n\nIt was pleasant, thought Sarah, to sit up here beside Hamilton, a\nstrong farmer going to market. Pleasant to watch the rhythmic plunge of\nthe glossy haunches before her and listen to the subdued dash of the\nharness. There was a richness in the twinkling of the grassgreen\nspokes and glittering hubs against the sullen hedges. There seemed even\nto be a richness in the soft yeilding of the springs to the road.\n\nAnd she had made peace with her mother. Her heart quickened as\nshe remembered the touch of those withered lips on her cheek. Ah, it\nwarmed the heart to know that she could go to her mother again with her\ntroubles. A shadow stirred deep down in her soul at the thought and she\nturned resolutely to the present. Slowly, like a late Spring in her life\nher desires were building to fullfilment. A hearth, a home to preside\nover, the daily life of cattle and fowl in her hands, the desires of\nher own body - she winced and turned away again from that impalpable\nshadow that hung in the depths of her mind.\n\nThey passed heavy orange-coloured carts, lurching and clanging,\nbut Hamilton and she rushed swiftly past, swaying gently in their seats.\nThey overtook the children going to school and Sarah laughed when they\nraced the cart, peep-peeping at the turkeys that craned their naked\nridiculous heads from the basket under the seat, she laughed again\nwhen the children fell behind and threw themselves with smoking breath\non the roadside banks. Hamilton smiled at her pleasure, his eyes\nwatchful on the road, the reins moving in his strong alert hands.\n\nThe horse\u2019s stride lengthened on the thawing road and soon they\nwere passing through the little clachan of Moneyrea, and the haze of\n","Type":"Text"}}]