[{"node":{"title":"Hanna136","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna136","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Dineen, Square","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna136","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/Hanna136_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff130\n\nface carefully, \"Is she envious o\u2019 me,then?\"\n\nThe old woman chuckled mirthlessly* \"Aye, ye could say that -\nif ye take any pride in short cuts in the matter o\u2019 bearing weans.\"\n\nSarah thrust the child abruptly into the other woman\u2019s free arm.\n\"I\u2019ll be back afore dark* Hamilton said he might take a walk up.\"\n\n\"Whenever suits ya,\" answered Agnes, and went into her cottage\nwith the child in one arm and the truant hen in the other.\n\nAs Sarah lifted the reins she remembered that she had meant to ask\nAgnes if she wanted anything brought from Ardpatrick, but she was so\nbitten into a fury by ths old woman\u2019s remarks and by her apparent\nsympathy with the Dinee-n woman, that instead of drawing up and going back,\nshe cut at the horse with the whip and set him cantoring recklessly\ndown the hill.\n\nShe was in the mood of knowing that she was criticised by a standard\nwhich she herself accepted, and was being rightfully blamed for falling\nbelow it. And while there was something furtive and cowardly in the\nmanner of the criticism, it was apt sufficient to cancel out the justice\nof it. So, as the horse drew her swiftly towards Ardpatrick she thought\nbitterly of the Dineen woman, hating her for her pharisaical pride in her\nlawful wedlock, despising her for her poverty, detesting her for her\npapishness; all by turn, and none with any feeling of sincerity.\n\nThe sun was almost overhead when she reached Ardpatrick, and the\nold market cross, aslant in the middle of the cobbled square, cast a\nblunt deep shadow over two of its four ancient watering troughs. She\ndrove slowly round the Square, peering et the nameplates beside the doors\nand clicking her tongue impatiently at the pony when he shied at the\n","Type":"Text"}}]