[{"node":{"title":"Hanna124","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna124","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Anger, Stable","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna124","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/Hanna124_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff118\n\nBit by bit, as they started to talk again, Sarah pieced\ntogether their morning's work. She learned that Agnes and Petie\nwere picking behind Frank, driving the potato-digger. But Hamilton,\nwho had two or three drills of a long golden potato that he didn\u2019t\nwant broken by the horse, was digging them with a fork, and Bridie\nDineen was picking for him. She sat the\u00b1e, listening to them, her\nface burning with anger and humiliation.\n\nWhen the others had trooped out of the kitchen Hamilton spoke\nto her before he left for the field. \"That was a sore way ye had wi\u2019\nthat woman,\" he said abruptly.\n\nSarah turned her back on him and went on scraping dishes.\n\nAre ye heeding me?\"\n\n\"Aye, I\u2019m heeding ye.\"\n\n\"Well, listen to what I'm saying*\" He put his hand under her chin\nand drew her round, and at the touch of her face in his fingers, his\nresentment weakened. \"There\u2019s been a power o' harvesters come and gone\nhere in my father's and his father\u2019s time. Not one of them but couldn\u2019t\nsay he got good kitchen and the right money in his hand at the end o\u2019\nthe day. It\u2019ll be the same in our time. Heed that now, like a good\nwoman.\" Her soft petulant face was framed in his fingers. He bent\nand kissed her oh the mouth.\n\nShe stood motionless in the kitchen, watching him through the\nwindow as he crossed to the stable. The dishcloth had fallen from her\nhand to the floor. The words \u2019in our time* went singing through her\nlike strong wine. But the image of Bridie Dineen came back to her mind,\nand she hardened her heart in anger against that red-haired woman.\n","Type":"Text"}}]