[{"node":{"title":"Hanna266","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna266","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Married, Thursday","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna266","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/Hanna266_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff259\n\n\"What are ye doing down there in the dark, woman?he *\ncalled.\n\n\"Nothing, nothing!\" cried Sarah from the room, end\ncame running light-foot into the kitchen. Her eyes\nwere wide and bright and a red glow pulsed on her pale\ncheeks. Hamilton stared reproachfully over his paper\nat her. \"Well, sit down here and close the door like\na good woman. There\u2019s a powerful draught wi' ye\nleaving it open.\"\n\nObediently she closed the door and sat down beside\nhim. Then after a time she spoke. \"Hami, Mr Sorleyson,\nthe minister, was here the-day.\"\n\n\"Aye?\" said Hamilton, without lowering his paper.\n\n\"He wants us to get married\"\n\nHamilton dropped his paper in concertina folds on\nhis knees. \"He what?\"\n\n\"He says we'll have to get married afore Martha\ncan get married.\"\n\n\"Ah\" said Hamilton, gazing into the fire. \"And\nwhen's this tae be done?\"\n\n\"On Wednesday's-a-week.\"\n\nThe man raised his head. \"Wednesday? Then I maun\ngo tae Killyleagh for coals on the Thursday?\"\n\nThe woman\u2019s eyes widened and her lips quivered. She\nlooked at the dark gaunt mein as he sat there, his face\nbathed in shadow, his earth-stained hands stretched on\nthe arms of his chair. For an instant a crystal of angry\nlaughter glowed in her eyes. \"Aye, ye may go tae Killy-\nleagh for coals on the Thursday!\" She set the words\ndown like plates clinking on a table-top. She stood up\nabruptly. \"I\u2019m away to my bed now\"she said, and as\nshe left the kitchen, there was the faintest flounce to\nher step.\n\nHamilton pulled off his socks and hung them on the\ncrane. He held out his naked soles to the glowing embers\nand sighed with pleasure. Then he got up and turned out\n","Type":"Text"}}]