[{"node":{"title":"Hanna099","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna099","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ploughman, Kitchen","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna099","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/Hanna099_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"93\n\nChapter Two.\n\nSpring came, warm and turbulent. The drab sheets on the hillsides\nware torn under the ploughman's heel and a tawny light rose from the soil.\nThe sower came, scattering wisely from his sheet, then the plunging harrow\ndriving the hard silver grain underground, and lastly tho roller, clanging\nlike a bell as it wheeled, and leaving, for all the boulders piled upon it,\nfaint pock-marks of hooves in the smooth soil. Rain-showers came leaping\nthrough the hills and were gone before the sun had time to shadow. Five\ntimes a lean cat stole across the dose of Rathard carrying a kitten in\nher Jaws. She went straight as an arrow, her head close to the ground and\nthe proud cock trotted cut of her way.\n\nIn the house, Sarah sat at her bedroom window overlooking the rath in\nthe wrinkles of whose broken walls primroses were already gleaming. The\nmen were out and there was a deep silence in the house. Nothing stirred\nand the beat of the kitchen clock did not penetrate through the closed\ndoor. The shawl that she had drawn over her head to go out had fallen\ndown on her shoulders. She put her hand swiftly to her body feeling the\nmovement below her heart again. No need now to go down to Agnes Sampson.\nShe was to have a child. A stunned look came into her eyes. \"I am\nhaving a child,\" she said aloud, impatiently, as if upbraiding herself\nfor her lack of understanding. She put her hands over her face, and sat\nlike this for a long time, staring through her fingers. A wagtail, bobbing\nand dipping on the sill, took fright and flew off.\n\nShe rose slowly, as if very weary and went up to the kitchen. The\nuntended fire fell in a cloud of ash and flames, she built it up again\n","Type":"Text"}}]