[{"node":{"title":"Hanna100","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna100","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Countryside, Labour","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna100","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/Hanna100_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"94\n\nand lowered the kettle to the turves. As she carried dishes from the dresser\nto the table, laying the evening meal, she moved as if she was in a dream,\nand her face was grey and haggard.\n\nA plate slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor. She\nstarted and looked round her sharply as if she had been rudely awakened.\n\nAfter that she moved deftly and carefully about her task in her usual way\nbut the haunted look was still on her face and she would stop suddenly and\nstand for long moments, gazing before her, unseeing.\n\nThat night when she lay in her bed alone, all the possible and\nimpossible consequences of her guilt that a heated brain could imagine\nwere drawn to her pillow. She saw herself thrown out by the Echlins,\nscorned by the countryside and hunted by her neighbours. Echoes of such\nold stories sounded like spoken words in her ear. She started up in bed,\nthe sweat running down her body. The voices fled and she lay down again.\n\nShe thought of her mother and saw that small lean woman trembling when she\ntold her and heard the passionate outburst of anger as she was driven from\nthe house. She recoiled from the thought. Years of living in the one\nhouse, of sharing food and labour, of tending each other in sickness were\nnot to be set aside so easily. There was a grain of comfort in the thought,\nand at last, as the darkness thinned in the east, she fell asleep. Not\nonce, in that long sleepless night, had she thought of the child.\n\nIn the cool light of morning with the simple familiar things at hand\nto be taken up, she smiled briefly and bitterly at her midnight fears, yet\nthe comfort that the memory of her mother had given her, echoed in her\n","Type":"Text"}}]