[{"node":{"title":"Hanna216","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna216","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rafters, Rathard","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna216","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/Hanna216_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff209\n\nplace a cushion under it. The grey hair of the woman,\nunloosed from its fastening, streamed down onto the\nfloor. At the sight of it, Petie turned away, wringing\nhis hands. \"Come on now, Petie, like a good man,\"\nsaid Sarah drawing a small bottle from her pocket, \"get\nme a clean spoon 'til I give her a ixa sup o' this\nwhiskey.\" as she spoke the woman on the sofa gave a\ngreat sigh. Petie stumbled across the room and bent\nover her. \"She's dead!\" he cried. \"Oh, Agnes, Agnes,\ndont leave me!\" He fell on the floor beside the sofa\nsaying over and over again: \"Oh my God, what'll become\no' me now - what'll become o' me now?\"\n\nAfter she had raised the old man to a chair, Sarah\ngot out linen, and as she was binding Agnes's head,\nAndrew arrived with the doctor. The doctor was familiar\nwith the dead woman's reputation and he gave a gesture\nof impatience as he brushed aside a bunch of herbs\ndangling from the rafters, but he laid his hand\nsympathetically enough on Petie's drooping shoulder.\nThere was little he could do, and after a word or two\nwith Sarah, he left, Andrew driving him away.\n\nWith the tottering help of old Petie, Sarah carried\nthe dead woman into the bedroom, where she washed her and\nlaid her out. She finished alone, for Petie had sunk\ninto his rope-bottomed chair, and sat staring into the\nfire. She tidied the room and went up into the kitchen.\n\"I'll send Andra down to bide wi' ye the-night, Petie,\"\nshe said. The old man shook his head. \"I'll stay alone\nwi' her the-night,\" he replied.\n\nBidding him goodnight, Sarah left the cottage and\nset off wearily for Rathard. At the top of the loanen\nshe turned and looked down on the countryside. The\nSpring dusk was thickening on the fields, and in the\nhollows of the little hills the trees stood like grey\npencil strokes. Here and there over the townlands lights\nwinked up in the darkness but she could see no light\ngleaming from Knocknadreemally.\n","Type":"Text"}}]