[{"node":{"title":"Hanna084","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna084","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Chest, Trouble","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna084","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/Hanna084_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"79\n\nroad. His breath came back in coloured vapour around the lamp, and\nwhere the hedges stooped the light shot in swift arrows across the\nfields.\n\nSarah, crouching in her seat, nodded weakly to toe movements of\nthe cart. Her mouth was full of a sticky aromatic taste and she had a\nsensation like a hard fiery ball in her chest. At that moment she\nthought she knew the truth of her mother\u2019s words \u2018Like a leper smits\nyou with leprosy, a drunkard smits you with misery.\u201d She heard the\nsqueak of a cork behind her and after a pause   felt Carspindle push the\nbottle between her and Hamilton. She did not even trouble to look   down.\nbut she saw the glint of the bottle as Hamilton raised it to his mouth.\n\nThen there was the rasp of a match as the man    behind them lighted his\npipe, and in a low unsteady voice, to the drumming of Carspindle's\nbottle, Hamilton began to sing:\n\nI will gie ye fine beavers\nAnd a fine silken goon:\nI will gie ye smart petticoats\nFlounced tae the groon'\nI will gle ye fair jewels,\nand live but for thee,\nIf ye leave your ain true love\nAnd marry wi' me.\n\nCarspindle ceased his drumming and leaned over the side of the cart.\nAhead, a light gleamed frostily at the side of the road. Carspindle\nstraightened his muffler. \"Pull up, Hami boy, he said, \"I\u2019ll light down\nhere.\" The door of the cottage at which they had stopped opened a little\nand they saw a woman standing in the crevice of light, She held back a\nstruggling dog between her log and the door. \"Is that you, Shuey?\" she\ncalled in a thin plaintive voice. The dog wriggled past her and shot out,\n","Type":"Text"}}]