[{"node":{"title":"Hanna163","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna163","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Dineen, Frankie","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna163","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/Hanna163_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff157\n\nThe young man scratched his head and looked at the cottages referred\nto. \"Ye know, 5arah, that\u2019s a brave good idea,\" he said. \"Clear one o\u2019\nthe cottagers right away,\"\n\n\"But no the Sampsons\u2019.\"\n\n\"No, we couldna clear the Sampsons.\"\n\nHe looked at her but her eyes would not meet his. He knew now why\nshe had told them about the sale of the land, and marvelled that spite\nagainst Bridie Dineen could drive this woman into such a torturous plan\nof achieving her desire. \"Clear one o\u2019 the cottages,\u201d he repeated, and\nlaughed as though something had dawned on him.\n\nThey climbed the loanen together. The woman may have seen the noisy,\nliving, little home with its smoking chimney turned into a potato-house\nwith shuttered windows and hay-auction bills plastered on its padlocked\ndoor. But Frank saw a different picture. For him the cottage had been\nswept away completely, and he saw there a tall white house with a slated\nroof, low pebble-dashed walls facing on the road, fuschia at the gate, a\ngreen door, a shining knocker and a fanlight as handsome as the Bourkes.'\nAnd in the house? In the house he imagined a woman, dark, slim, light of\nfoot, lighting up the rooms with her laughter. But she eluded him and he\ncould not see her face.\n\nHamilton came into the house shortly before supper. \"Well, ye dont\nknow what\u2019s happened here!\" said Sarah, as she slid a hot plate onto the\ntable. The dark man smiled. \"I know rightly. Stewartie yelled it at me\nover the breadth o\u2019 three fields. Well, Frankie, how did we come out?\"\nhe continued, turning to his brother.\n\nOur first offer was ten pounds over the next best. But I suppose we\ncanna reproach ourselves on that?\"\n","Type":"Text"}}]