[{"node":{"title":"Hanna262","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna262","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Souls, Red","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna262","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/Hanna262_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff255\n\nChapter Twelve\n\nThen followed those days when the memory closes\nover and subsides like a new grave, only for small\ninsignificant things to thumb it open harshly. Sarah\npicking up the empty water bucket and calling \"Frank!\"\nand then standing silent, fearful that the others\nmight have heard. Hamilton and Andrew gloomily\ncompleting tasks that had been outside their ken.\nMartha rushing into the kitchen, trembling with laughter\nand shouting \"Didn't I tell ye . . \" and then sinking\ndown on the sofa where there was now no man to tell.\n\nBut for all that, Martha laughed readily enough\nin those days of tarnished December skies over which\ngreat clouds crept, laden with snow. The shop in the\ncity had been rented, and Joe had taken the girl to\ninspect the tiny rooms that seemed to have been pushed\nunder the roof by the bustling shop downstairs. She\nhad come back excited by it all; the shop, the tramcars,\nthe picture palaces that promised delight, and the\nunbelievable number of neighbours she would have - a\nwhole city-full, half-a-million souls!\n\nYet, there was some shadow on their happiness, some\nsunken log breaking the smooth stream of their lives.\nSarah saw it in the silent troubled gaze with which her\ndaughter watched her at times. She wondered why Joe,\nwho had been so energetic and tireless in gathering his\nnew home together, should be so tardy in making arrange-\nments for his wedding. At last she spoke to him about\nit. He turned away from her, his face flushing red.\n\"Aye,\" he muttered, \"there's still another thing to do -\nI've another matter to redd up.\" And no matter how much\nshe pressed him, he would say no more.\n","Type":"Text"}}]