[{"node":{"title":"Hanna174","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna174","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cousin, Fergus","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna174","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/Hanna174_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff168\n\nyourself married?\"\n\nPentland looked sharply at the other man. \"It could\nhappen,\" he said and hastened his step.\n\nThey entered the close and passed the two farmhands\non their way to the house. \"Make us a drop o' tea,\" said\nFergus to one of them. The man followed them into the house\nand lowered the kettle on the fire.\n\nWhen the men, with whom they had shared the meal, had\ngone out again, and Fergus and he were seated with their pipes\nalight, Frank ran his eye over the mellow-tiled floor that\ncast its bloom on the wails and varnished ceiling. But he\nnoticed also the burst horsehair sofa, the smoked lamp-funnel\nand the grey dust of whin kindling littering the once shining\nrange.\n\n\"Its time ye had a woman here, Fergus. Ye know,\" he\ncontinued thoughtfully, gazing at the fire. \"I thought ye\nwere set on Sarah Gomartin at one time?\"\n\nPentland flushed angrily and stole a bitter glance at\nFrank's lowered head. But when his cousin looked up question-\ningly he saw no trace of derision in his candid eyes.\n\nHe took the pipe from his mouth. \"I was.\"\n\n\"And what came betwixt ye?\"\n\nPentland paused with his pipe halfway to his mouth, a\nlook of angry amazement on his face. \"Are ye out o' your\nsenses, man?\" he shouted.\n\nFrank nodded understandingly. \"Oh - that?\"\n\n\"Aye, that - what else!\"\n\n\"Well, b'God,\n\nFergus, you're hardly the one to hold\nthat against the woman - hadn't ye a hand in it yourself?\"\n\nPentland went white. He sprang to his feet hurling his\nchair against the wail, \"Damn ye, Echlin, ye know rightly\nI hadn't!\"\n\nFrank had risen swiftly, for he thought his cousin was\ngoing to strike him. He lowered his hands and sighed. \"I'm\nsorry, Fergus. I shouldna have asked ye that. I didn't know\nthe right way o' things.\"\n","Type":"Text"}}]