[{"node":{"title":"Hanna089","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna089","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Beast, Fork","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna089","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/Hanna089_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"84\n\nlook or gesture between his brother and the girl. No one spoke and he\nsensed somewhere a strain, vibrating and tense s his own. He examined\nSarah covertly as she ate. Her faoe was calm and detached as ever,\nwhat thoughts were passing behind that broad calm forehead? His\nbrother\u2019s arms or the feeding of hens? Perhaps she was sitting tense\nwith laughter knowing that she could always outwit him and knowing that\nhe knew it too. And because he could not break her with his silence and\nread what shs tried to conceal, his knife clattered on his plate with rage\n\nThere wa3 Hamilton left, slow and powerful a3 the animals he worked\namong. Hamilton set his life by the sun and seasons and moved as\nirresistibly. As long as he could remember Frank had jeered at him and\nturned to him in moments of fear. He grew out of the soil and a man and\na bush and a beast kept their appointed places in his world. The swift\naccidental things of life did not exist for him. He never kicked or\nswore at inanimate things hut bent patiently and saw where the beam had\nbeen rotten, the rope frayed, the wheel caught on a stone.\n\nBut nothing was to be learnt from Hamilton. He hung his head low\nover his plate and shovelled the food into his mouth. Then he raised\nhis head and chewed meditatively, gazing at the wall. Then down went\nhi3 head again to meet his loaded fork. Twice Frank stole a glance at\nthe dark placid face. The second time Hamilton caught his eye and held\nhim.\n\n\"That harrow\u2019ll have tae be fixed afore long\".\n\n\"Ah,\" said Frank.\n\n\"Will Stewartie soon be redd up, down there?\"\n","Type":"Text"}}]