[{"node":{"title":"Hanna087","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna087","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Purify, Darkness","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna087","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/Hanna087_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\n82\n\nhe said. They saw the face of Fergus Pentland in the light. He stared at\nthem for a moment, then lowered his lamp and went on without speaking again.\n\nEchlin and the girl drove on in silence. They sat apart, deep in\nsilence. Once or twice he glanced at her, but her face was hidden in the\nscarf that she had drawn over her head. Her gloveless hands hung forward\non her knees, swaying listlessly to the motion of the cart. Around her, the\nearth in cold purity turned its face to the stars, but neither wind nor\nfrost could purify her hands. There was something uncanny in the way she\nsat, her cowled head sunk in her shoulders, her hands Jerking listlessly.\n\nThe horse slithered on an icy rut. Echlin lashed it with the whip.\n\n\"Damn ye, have ye gone dumb!\u201d he shouted to Sarah. She neither moved nor\nspoke, staring ahead into the darkness. It was the first time that he\nhad ever spoke to her like that. Something stirred in her, rebellious,\nyet strangely comforting.\n\nThe tired beast came to a halt in the close. The door opened and\nFrank stood silhouetted in the light. He stared out at them without\nspeaking, eating something from his hand. He came forward without a\nward and started to move the purchases from the cart. As Hamilton led\nthe horse out of the shafts something came tinkling down the floor of\nthe cart and shattered into fragments at Sarah\u2019s feet. She picked up\na piece that gleamed in the light of the window. It was her Mother\u2019s\nlustre Jug.\n","Type":"Text"}}]