[{"node":{"title":"Hanna109","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna109","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Lough, Fright","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna109","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/Hanna109_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff103\n\nAs th\u00a9 time passed Sarah grew more careful in her mother's presence.\nEvery little while during the day she took her r.iilk or broth or tea, setting\nthem at her bedside and goi!^ back to the kitchen. Only in the dusk sho lit\nthe assail lamp in her mother\u2019s room and read to hor from the Bible or 3at\ntalking a little and sewing.\n\nOne evening, as Sarah was about to go to bed, she heard her mother\noall. \"What is it, mother?\" she asked, when she got. to the old woman's\nside.\n\n\"Open the window a wee bit, daughter. I*m near choking\". Sarah\nlowered the upper part of the window and stood looking out. Away beyond\na ridge of night-black trees the sky was inlaid with shafts of green. A\nstar twinkled in the pale sky above the house and the mournful cry of a\nwhaup came from the lough, There was a sense of melancJioly and peace in\nthe scene, and the woman, silhouetted against the window, unconsciously\ndrew her hands over her full body. Even as sho did so there wan a ch.old.ng\ninarticulate cry from the bed* She saw her mother rising in bed and caught\nthe glean in her distended eyes. \"Sarahl\" she cried, lifting her aim till\nthe sleeve fell back on her shrivelled shoulder, lhe daughter stood there,\nstupid with fright, her hands still laid on her belly. In the indistinct\nlight the woman on the bed seemed to rise onto her ]cnees. Her grey hair\nfell down over her face, veiling her eyas. She clawed it back and her\nmouth worked as she tried to cry out again. Then with e horrible rattling\nnoise in her throat she pitched face forward on the bed. keeping with\nterror, the girl ran forward and lifted her mother in her arms. The old\nwoman'a head lifted a little and a long shuddering breath came from her\nlips, ilartha lay dead in her daughter's embrace.\n","Type":"Text"}}]