[{"node":{"title":"Hanna082","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna082","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Carspindle, Echlin","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna082","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/Hanna082_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"77\n\n\"and bring it in a bottle and no in wee drops ye can snuff up your\nnose - and I\u2019ll have a pint o' porther.\u201d\n\nThe publican returned with a pint of porter, a bottle half full\nof whiskey and three whiskey glasses. Carspindle pushed Hamilton\u2019s\noutstretched hand away. \"It was me that ast ye in, wasn't it?\u201d He\npoured out whiskey for the others and handed it to them. As Sarah\nraised her glass to her lips she recoiled a little from the sweetly\npungent smell of the liquor. Her eyes met Carspindle\u2019s. \u201dIt\u2019s fine\nstuff, that, he said. She put the glass to her mouth and tilted it\nback, \"Aaah\u201d she eaid and shuddered, the level of the whiskey in\nthe bottle dropped steadily downward.\n\nCarspindle, with his funny bald head and his mouth drawn down as\nhe told his story ... he had never known such good company before.\n\nShe knew that she looked beautiful at this moment. Delicately she\ntouched her cheeks and upward curving lips. And oh! the movements of\nher hands. Like a swan or an osier beside the stream. She threw out\nher hand in a queenly way to the man opposite her. A glass shivered\non the floor. A sudden panic ran through her. She saw Hamilton\nsitting rigid in his chair. Carspindle\u2019s moist red face swooped down on\nher as he kicked the pieces under the table.\n\nWith a great effort she fixed her eyes precisely on the latch of\nthe door. The floor rose and fell beneath her feet as she went forward,\nher hand raised. Behind her, Hamilton scrambled up, pushing the table\nfrom him. Carspindle steadied the bottle and glared after his compan-\nions. He heard the snick of the latch, and a cold blast of air struck\nhim. Echiin ran out, clashing the door violently at his heels.\n","Type":"Text"}}]