[{"node":{"title":"Hanna183","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna183","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Freckles, Question","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna183","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/Hanna183_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff177\n\nmet her eyes he saw that she was the auburn-haired girl\nhe had noticed in the crowd. At the moment her face was\nflushed in vexation, yet she could not bear to meet his gaze\nand looked away from him, half in shyness, half in anger.\nThen suddenly she turned her back on him. Her companions,\naware now that the young man knew the owner of the scarf,\nran off leaving the girl alone.\n\nAs he slowly approached her, he could see the nape of\nher neck, spangled with freckles under her gold-flecked\nhair, for her head was bent. \"Would this be yours?\" he asked,\ndangling the scarf before her eyes. He was too quick for\nher and plucked it away as she snatched at it. \"I didn't\nget it easy to give it away easy,\" he said, putting it\nbehind his back.\n\nShe swung round on him. \"Give me my scarf, Frankie\nEchlin!\" she cried. She made another fruitless effort to\ngrasp the scarf and he felt the faintest touch of her soft\nbreast against him before she drew back.\n\n\"Oh, so ye know my name!\" he laughed.\n\n\"I know who ye are, all right she replied, her lip\ncurling slightly.\n\nA shadow passed over the young man's face. He gazed at\nher until she raised her head and looked at him, and the pain\nand disappointment she saw there filled her young heart with\npity. He held out the scarf in silence. She took it and\nfolded it and put it around her neck. But she did not move\naway, in twos and threes the revellers were leaving the\nfield. Prom the road the melancholy notes of a piper were\nheard as a band of merry-makers set out for a distant townland.\n\n\"Are ye going now?\" asked Frank.\n\nThe girl turned and moved towards the gate. Suddenly\nshe stopped and looked again into his face. There was doubt\nand perplexity in her eyes as they searched the face of the\nyoung man. Frank stood silent, anxiously watching her, unable\nto plead in his own defence. She moved away a lew steps.\nThen, as though she were answering a question, she said \"But\n","Type":"Text"}}]