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    <title>Lingard155</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 16</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Shadow, Knife</keywords>
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&quot;Bossy this morning, aren&#039;t you?&quot;

&quot;There&#039;s times you&#039;re needing a bit of bossing.&quot; She held the
cup for him whilst he drank. His own hand shook when he tried to
take it from her.

&quot;Maybe I am a bit tired,&quot; he said.

Whilst he sleptshe washed Brian Raffertys&#039; blood out of Kevin&#039;s shirt.
She watched the dirty water run out down the drain. Water tinged with
blood. Suddenly she felt a bit sick herself. She pushed open the
window over the sink. Mr Blake was in the back garden weeding round
his rose bushes. He was proud of his roses; he had told Sadie all
the different names though she could not remember them.

&quot;O.K.?&quot; he asked.

She nodded.

She rinsed the shirt three times in clean water, wrung it out and
took it to the garden to hang up to dry. She strung it out , pegged it
and stood back to examine it. Not a shadow of a stain.

&quot;I hope he hasn&#039;t killed Rafferty,&quot; she said to Mr Blake. &quot;You
don&#039;t think he would, do you?&quot;

&quot;It&#039;s unlikely.&quot;

Sadie knelt down beside him. &quot;But he might have. You never know,
Rafferty might have hit his head on the ground when he fell.&quot;

&quot;It takes a lot to kill a man.&quot;

&quot;Not always. It can happen in a second.&quot;

&quot;Only with a gun or a knife.&quot;

&quot;Kevin didn&#039;t have a knife, did he?&quot; said Sadie slowly. &quot;He
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