[{"node":{"title":"Hanna193","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna193","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cottage, McFirbis","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna193","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/Hanna193_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff187\n\nA week after the attack Hamilton could raise his\narm stiffly from his side. \"Gie the whangs o' your\nshoulder time to supple up,\" counselled Petie when he\nbrought up another dressing from his cottage. But\nHamilton was in a hurry to be well again. He hadn't\nmissed the brisk and lighthearted manner of his brother\nin the house, nor his light step as he went about the\nlabour of the farm. Nor had he missed the shrewd and\nhostile exptession that came on Sarah's face, as she\nlooked at Frank.\n\nOne evening Frank came up from his bedroom clad\nin his Sunday clothes. \"Are ye away, the-night?\" asked\nHamilton, as his brother passed through the kitchen.\nFrank paused uncertainly for a moment. \"Aye. I'm going\nover to Lusky Grange Hall t' the dance.\"\n\nHamilton nodded absently. \"Aye, just so\" he said.\n\nUnwillingly Frank looked at Sarah. The glance that\npassed between pierced and dissolved the geniality of the\npast week. There was a question in Sarah's eyes, held in\ncheck by angry disdain, and in response the young man's\neyes dilated in anger. Then the woman pulled her knitting\nback into her lap with a movement that seemed a shrug of\nthe shoulders. Frank went down into the parlour and came\nup with his best cap in his hand. He drew it on and\nleft the house without speaking again.\n\nThe evening sky was still suffused with light as\nhe set off towards McFirbis's farm. The warmth of the\nday, drawn down from the hills, still lingered in the\ndeep road, and for that reason and also that he wanted\nto meet his sweetheart unobserved, he walked slowly, so\nthat he might not overtake any of his neighbours who\nwere going to the dance.\n\nHe walked between hedgerows from behind which came\nthe clink and rattle of tired horses being released from\nreapers. And, as he loitered along, hearing it seemed for\n","Type":"Text"}}]