[{"node":{"title":"Hanna252","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna252","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Fog, House","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna252","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/Hanna252_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff245\n\n\"That\u2019s a terrible fog,\" said Martha, looking\ndown towards the hidden fields. She saw the shadow\nthat passed over his face as he followed her glance.\nHe did not reply but stood brooding on the grey\ntumbling mist that stretched as far as the eye could\nsee.\n\n\"Is there anything wrong, Joe?\" she asked at last.\n\nHe nodded briefly. \"Aye, plenty.\"\n\nHamilton appeared at the gate leading to the\nfield over the lough. He had a swingletree on his\nshoulder and waved his free hand to the young couple.\n\"You may tell me after,\" said Martha in a low hurried\nvoice, as the men approached them. \"You'll all hear\nit afore the night's out,\" answered Joe. He saw the\nlook of anxiety in her eyes, and pressed her arm\nreassuringly. \"It'll be all right,\" he whispered.\nThe boy and girl returned Hamilton's greeting and\nfollowed him into the house.\n\nAs the men sat round the fire while Martha and\nSarah prepared the tea, Joe pondered on the best way to\nbreak his news to the Echlins. He almost regretted that\nhe hadn't told Martha, knowing that she would have told\nSarah. But then again, it might be ill-advised to let\nSarah into the secret alone. He might yet need allies\namong the men. He glanced around him: Hamilton, his\nageing cadaverous face lit up by the fire; .Frank lying\non the sofa, staring patiently at the ceiling; Andrew\nplaying idly with a floury goosewing and answering the\nolder men in monosyllables. None of them had enough\nauthority in this house to give a decision on the\ncatastrophe that had befallen him and through him,\nMartha. He would have to tell them altogether, and he\nevolved a plan, some gesture that would make one of them\nquestion him.\n","Type":"Text"}}]