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    <title>Lingard157</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 16</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Lingard157</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Traitor, Ignorant</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard157</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <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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