[{"node":{"title":"Hanna159","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna159","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Carnations, Suspecting","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna159","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/Hanna159_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff153\n\nChapter Fourteen\n\nThe three of them sat round the hearth, Sarah was flowering a\npiece of linen, Frank was filling the tobacco pipe which of late he was\naffecting, and Hamilton sat with his thumbs hooked in his belt, gazing\nat the rafters. The fire, subdued after its daylong struggle with the\nsun, was falling down in feathery puffs of ash. From the window opening\nout onto the garden came the spicy odour of carnations and the piping of\nhoming bees.\n\nThe woman and the men were silent and yet there was a feeling in the\nroom as if a voice had but ceased and all three were weighing what had\nbeen said. Hamilton rose, and going a few steps into the open air, stood\nscratching, his chin and gazing at the fields between Knockndreemally and\nthe lough. He came in and sat down without speaking and again took up\nhis contemplation of the rafters, occasionally rasping his unshaven chin\nwith his hand. Frank rose and sidled toward? the door. He walked out\nbeyond the rowans, scarcely glancing at the fields that had held his\nbrother's attention. He strolled round the farmhouse, aimlessly kicking\nstones and twigs across the floor of the rath. What ailed him that he\nhad always to be suspecting the woman? She had told them about Bourke\nselling the cottages and the land as if she thought they had a right to\nknow. And she had done right there, he had to admit. Bourke\u2019s land lay\ninto theirs from the road to the lough. And yet he had a notion that there\nwas more behind her words than that.Was she thinking of her son that\nwould come after Hamilton and himself? At that thought there arose upper-\nmost in his mind something that had been irking him for weeks. He was\n","Type":"Text"}}]