[{"node":{"title":"Hanna219","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna219","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Field, Children","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna219","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/Hanna219_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff212\n\nHe saw Sarah coming up from the well in the lough\nfield, her body straight and taut between the two lipping\nbuckets held away from her skirt by a wooden hoop. As\nshe stepped unsteadily on the rutted track little silver\nfringes of water leapt out from the buckets and fell on\nthe earth. He walked slowly across the close and down\nthe track and seated himself on the stone dyke. Sarah\nput down the buckets with a sigh of relief and rubbed\nher numb fingers. \"It's fine to see the gentry taking\nthe air on a summer's day,\" she said. Hamilton's lips\ncurved in a smile, then he crooked his finger for her\nto come nearer. \"Sarah, tell me, have ye noticed Frank\ntalking ower much to Andra or the wee girl?\"\n\n\"For why?\"\n\nHamilton raised his hand. \"I only asked ye a\nquestion. Have ye, or have ye no?\"\n\n\"Nothing more nor ordinary.\"\n\n\"All right, then. Now, there's nothing to be\nfeard of,\" he added, noticing the uneasiness on the\nwoman's face. \"Frank had just been acting a wee bit odd,\nof late.\"\n\n\"Aye, odder than ye think. He attended Ravara\nMeeting-House last Sunday. That's where he was in the\ntrap.\"\n\nHamilton's face lit up. \"B'God, I'm glad to hear\nthat! He's welcome to it, if it gives him any comfort,\nfor the cratur has had a wicked time of it, wi' that\nback o' his. Aye, he's welcome to it.\"\n\n\"Aye,\" echoed Sarah, but her expression was not\none of agreement. Hamilton stepped into the hoop and\nswung the buckets up lightly in his fingers. But he\nwas silent as they made their way towards the farmhouse.\nHe hadn't told Sarah what was uppermost in his mind, and\nnow his loyalty to his brother was struggling with his\nloyalty to Sarah and the children. ,When they reached\nthe gate into the close he put down the buckets and\n","Type":"Text"}}]