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    <title>Lingard157</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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    <identifier>Lingard157</identifier>
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    <keywords>Traitor, Ignorant</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿&quot;What&#039;s the big mystery?&quot;

&quot;Come and see.&quot;

He walked past the house, round the corner. He s pointed t at
the gable wall. Belwo the picture of King Billy someone had written
in white paint: A TRAITOR LIVES HERE.

&quot;Honest to goodness!&quot; Sadie rested, her hands on her hips.

&quot;Aye, honest to goodness!&quot; said Tommy. &quot;But if we don&#039;t get it
off here fast two people we know are going to have a stroke.&quot; He
pulled r two rags from his pocket, threw one at Sadie. &quot;Better get
started.&quot;

&quot;I&#039;ve a good idea who might have done this,&quot; she said, as she
scrubbed at the word &#039;traitor&#039;.

&quot;Done what?&quot; asked her father&#039;s voice behind her.

She dropped the rag. &quot;What a fright you gave me!&quot;

&quot;What are you up to?&quot; Mr Jackson tried to edge round her.

&quot;Some eejit&#039;s been writing on our wall,&quot; said Sadie. &quot;That&#039;s all.&quot;

&quot;And what have they been writing?&quot;

&quot;Just a lot of rubbish.&quot;

She had obliterated the first fourthree letters of the word. Mr Jackson
stared at the other threefour.

&quot;We couldn&#039;t make out what it was at all,&quot; said Tommy, who was
scouring the rest of the words.

&quot;Teerrible bad writing,&quot; said Sadie. &quot;Somebody dead ignorant
obviously.&quot;

Mr Jackson humphed and frowned, then went into the house. Sadie
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