[{"node":{"title":"Hanna215","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna215","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sofa, March","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna215","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/Hanna215_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff208\n\nIhe boy did not wait lor a second bidding, but fled up\nthe hil to Hathard. Old Petie turned and hurried back\nto his cottage.\n\nAgnes lay on the horsehair sola her breath coming\nheavily from between her dark lips, Petie raised her\nhead and wiped her mouth with a cloth. \"Sarah'11 be\nhere in a minute,\" he said \"Is there anything I can\nget ye?\" At the sound of his voice, she raised her\neyes to aim, her lips moving soundlessly. At the\nsight of the woman who had nursed and protected him\nfor so many years, now unable to help herself, Petie\nbroke into sobs, and falling on his knees, buried his\nface in her skirt. The dying woman groped blindly\nuntil she found, and laid her hands comfortingly, on\nhis bowed head. The effort seemed to calm her, for\nshe lat still, until her husband, gently disengaging\nher hand, arose, and went out see if Sarah, was coming.\n\nBut the glimmering bowl of the road lay grey and silent.\nA sudden March shower had fallen, and then swept\naway across the darkening hills. From every twig the\nsullen little drops crept down to feed the tumbling\ntrinket that suddenly found voice in the roots of the\nhedge. Slowly the old man entered the house and lowered\nthe kettle on the crane to bring it to the boil, as\nthough there would come seme moment when water would be\ncalled for, to bring relief to Agnes. Then he dragged\na cutty-stool to the side of the sofa and taking his\ndying wife's hand between his own, sat with his back\nturned stubbornly to the siient door and the waning light.\n\nThen suddenly he heard the quick step of Sarah on\nthe flat stones outside the door. She entered hurriedly,\npeering into the gloom of the cottage. \"What's ailing\nher, Petie?\" she asked. The old man stood up, shaking\nhis head helplessly. \"Andra's away in the cart for the\ndoctor,\" continued Sarah, as she raised Agnes's head to\n","Type":"Text"}}]