<> Hanna124 Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna124 Manuscript Anger, Stable English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna124 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna124_0.jpg LHL Archive 118 Bit by bit, as they started to talk again, Sarah pieced together their morning's work. She learned that Agnes and Petie were picking behind Frank, driving the potato-digger. But Hamilton, who had two or three drills of a long golden potato that he didn’t want broken by the horse, was digging them with a fork, and Bridie Dineen was picking for him. She sat the±e, listening to them, her face burning with anger and humiliation. When the others had trooped out of the kitchen Hamilton spoke to her before he left for the field. "That was a sore way ye had wi’ that woman," he said abruptly. Sarah turned her back on him and went on scraping dishes. Are ye heeding me?" "Aye, I’m heeding ye." "Well, listen to what I'm saying*" He put his hand under her chin and drew her round, and at the touch of her face in his fingers, his resentment weakened. "There’s been a power o' harvesters come and gone here in my father's and his father’s time. Not one of them but couldn’t say he got good kitchen and the right money in his hand at the end o’ the day. It’ll be the same in our time. Heed that now, like a good woman." Her soft petulant face was framed in his fingers. He bent and kissed her oh the mouth. She stood motionless in the kitchen, watching him through the window as he crossed to the stable. The dishcloth had fallen from her hand to the floor. The words ’in our time* went singing through her like strong wine. But the image of Bridie Dineen came back to her mind, and she hardened her heart in anger against that red-haired woman. Text