[{"node":{"title":"Hanna265","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna265","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sarah, Crockery","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna265","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/Hanna265_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff258\n\nA reed of laughter shook in Sarahs voice as she\nanswered \"Aye, we'll want a best man.\" They passed\nthrough the doorway and stood in the open air. She\nnodded to where her son, a silhouette against the sky-\nline, dragged a recalcitrant bullock across the lough\nfield. \"Andra could come wi' us.\"\n\nMy God, said Sorleyson to himself, and turned his\nmind from the thought as Sarah asked \"And the sexton o'\nthe church'll be there?\"\n\n\"The sexton - of the church?'*\n\n\"Aye. We'll be married in Ravara Church, and as\nsoon as ye can manage it.\" As if she guessed what was\nin his thoughts, she swept her eyes disdainfully over\nthe countryside. \"I'm too old now to be caring what they\nthink.\"\n\n\"Well, I'll arrange it for you. Say a week from\nWednesday. Goodbye, Sarah, I'm glad I came. I hope I've\nmade a friend in you.\" Sarah returned the pressure of\nhis hand, her eyes smiling into his. \"Thank ye, thank\nye\" she said, and she watched the old blue car until it\nhad clattered out of sight.\n\nThat evening Sarah was restless. Half-a-dozen\ntimes she picked up her glowering hoops, only to drop\nthem again and wander aimlessly round the house,\narranging and re-arranging the crockery on the dresser,\nthe ornaments on the parlour mantelshelf, or to pluck\nthe already lawn-smooth quilt on the spare bed. Then she\nlit a candle stealthily, and holding it up, examined\nher face in the parlour mirror. She got a brush and\ntried to arrange her still heavy hair over a white strand\nat her forehead. With a towel she rubbed her cheeks\nuntil they burned.\n\nWhen Andrew had gone to bed, Hamilton realised that\nSarah was not in the kitchen. He dragged his chair\nforward and gazed into the black mouth of the passage.\n","Type":"Text"}}]