<> Hanna102 Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna102 Manuscript Fiddle, Cobweb English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna102 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna102_0.jpg LHL Archive 96 Chapter Three Frank was cleaning the bee-hives. Sarah could see him standing in the blue shadow of the thorn-trees, his veiled head bent over the frames. Over the wall of the rath between the roots of the thorns the white-blossomed fairy lint broke in foam as though a sea of flowers tossed outside. A field of young corn lay beyond the rath, the grey cracked earth still showing through the pale shoots. The air was filled with small humming sounds as if someone was plucking a slack fiddle-string. The sound awoke a longing for sunshine and ripe nodding grass. Because something was lacking Sarah felt ill at ease, and sensed a note of panic in the flight of the bees. She had laughed when she saw Frank come out of the barn, a veil drawn over an old straw hat, his trouser-legs tied at the bottom, and gloves on his hands. He had given her cord to tie his cuffs. Then he had lighted his smoker at the fire and, the acrid smell of burnt paper hung in the air. A small rusty bee landed clumsily on the window-sill. It crawled along the frame until it reached the corner. Unable to go any further, it turned out towards the edge. It tried to rise and then fell over the edge, landing on a dusty cobweb which shook under its weight. She saw the delicate flexing of the spider's legs in the hole above the web. The bee struggled in the web, stabbing down with its pointed body. In a few seconds it hung motionless and silent. The spider came out with slow cautious steps. The wings of the snared bee fluttered weakly. The spider drew back. The bee lay motionless and again the spider approached. Slowly, under the fascinated eyes of the woman, it drew across the web. Then, at the end, with a little rush it was on the bee. The insects Text