[{"node":{"title":"Hanna076","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna076","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Reflection, Traffic","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna076","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/Hanna076_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"71\n\nthe horse\u2019s nosebag they went to a little eating-house close to the\nmarkets. The warm steaming air of the place was filled with the noise\nof voices and the clatter of knives and forks. The heat of the food and\nthe rank smoke of their husbands\u2019 pipes had brought a dew on the faces of\nthe women, as they sat with their dresses open at the neck, and their\nthick flushed wrists, toiling away at their plates.\n\nAfter the meal Hamilton had to fetch some harrow teeth from an\nimplement shop. Sarah walked slowly round the square, pausing now and\nthen to glance into the low shop windows. Tiring of this she stopped to\nlook at the hurrying people. A man who had been approaching her slackened\nhis pace as he neared her, and catching her eye, winked broadly. The girl\nstarted in surprise and confusion. Turning, she started to walk rapidly\naway, but as she passed through the crowds she became aware of bold\nfriendly glances from the men. Gradually a feeling of pleasure came over\nher. She paused to look at her reflection in a shopwindow and the innate\npeasant appreciation of harmonious colour and line in living things was\nsatisfied. The hat of brown velvet enriched her smooth ripe hair. Her\nreadymade coat failed to muffle the lines of her strong shapely body, her\neyes darkened with pride. Amongst the city women, with their strained\nhurrying faces and their arms torn down with baskets, she moved with ease,\nher movements a promise of warmth and desire. Three young shipyard workers,\nwalking arm-in-arm, smiled at her, their teeth shining in their oil-\nsmudged faces. She turned her head away, her lips quivering with pleasure.\n\nSuddenly she realised that she had been away from the cart for a\nlong time. Hurrying fearfully through the traffic she crossed the square\nand found the cart still there, untended. Hamilton arrived a few minutes\nlater and dropped a small sack with a chinking thud into the cart. They\n","Type":"Text"}}]