[{"node":{"title":"Hanna156","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna156","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sarah, Andrew","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna156","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/Hanna156_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff150\n\nhe s\u00bbw her, and taking her hand led her to Agnes\u2019s cottage.\n\n\"I saw ye with Petie at the linthole,\" she said, smiling\ndown at him, \u2019were ye swimming a boat?\u201d\n\n\u201dNo. We were watching the wee black birds docking in the water.\nMa,\u201d he said as they were passing Dineen\u2019a cottage, Sarah looking\nstraight ahead. \"I was going to play marlies wi\u2019 the wee fella that\nlives in there, but his ma called on him to come in.\u201d\n\nSarah stopped abruptly, her face flushing with anger. \"Andra,\"\nshe said, shakin his hand to give her words emphasis, \"if I ever\ncatch ye speaking to one of that breed, i\u2019ll draw my hand across the\nside of your head. D\u2019ye hear me?\"\n\n\"Aye,\u201d\n\n\"I\u2019ll no let ye come back to Petie and Agnes,\" a threat that had\nmuch greater effect on the child.\n\nThe boys were to see each other again that evening, for the last\ntime. It was the evening hour, between darkness and light, when blue\nwraiths creep over the fields, the white dust ceene for a moment to\nbe luminous, and dark little winds come to roost in the hedges. This\nis the time theft country children, reprieved from bed for another\nminute dart round the houses in their bare feet, their hearts full\nof a delicious terror of the dusk.\n\nAndrew, tiring of the talk, went out and sat on the wall. Con\nwas kneeling disconsolately in the window of his house, staring out\nat the glowing twilight. The eyes of the boys met in a long searching\nstare. Each w\u00abs searching the other for that longed-for acknowledgment.\nWhen both of them, with poisoned words still percolating through their\nyoung minds, witheld it, there could be only one result, Andrew screwed\n","Type":"Text"}}]