[{"node":{"title":"Hanna090","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna090","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Frank, Sarah","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna090","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/Hanna090_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"86\n\n\"The day should finish it,\" answered Frank shortly.\n\n\"Well, see if ye can put a hand to the harrow, afore Sunday\".\n\nFrank rose without answering and Hamilton cocked his chair back and\nfell to picking his teeth with a match.\n\nAs he stumbled down the path to Purdie\u2019s, Frank asked himself\nangrily if they thought that they had fooled him. Suddenly he stopped\nwith a question trembling on his lips. Why did he suspect them and did\nhe care a damn anyway? His angry mind proffered a thousand reasons for\nsuspicion. Their slipping away to market together. His astonishment\nat smelling drink on his brother. The flushed face and heavy eyes of\nthe woman that he knew too well to misinterpret. And now this hard\nsilence hanging over them. And Hamilton, the simple one. Perhaps there\nwere depths in a man only uncovered by such a thing as this? He kicked\na stone from under his foot and watched it go bounding down the hill.\n\nHe descended more slowly now, thinking over the second part of his\nquestion. Did he love Sarah Gomartin? It was difficult to lay out\nthe threads of that problem. Against every firm thread of regard a\nrotten one snapped in his hand. To touch her, yes. But then she was\nherself so quickly again, like a pool you lash into foam with a branch\nand in a twinkling the ripples die and it stares up cold and impersonal,\nmirroring your still hot and tremulous face. To enjoy her food and\nattention and skill in the house, yes. But then in unguarded moments\nto catch the calculating glance in her eye that turned all her little\nattentions to mockery and her own presence to that of a stranger and\na trespasser.\n","Type":"Text"}}]