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    <title>Lingard158</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 16</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
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    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Turpentine, Country</keywords>
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leaned back agianst the flank of the white horse and let out her
breath. &quot;Whew!&quot;

&quot;He knew what the words said. Sadie,&quot; said Tommy quietly,&quot;I wish
you would give up seeing Kevin before any worse trouble happens.&quot;

&quot;I&#039;ve no intention of stopping seeing him,&quot; she said. &quot;Do you
think I&#039;d give in that easily?&quot;

Tommy sighed and put some more turpentine on the rag.

Next morning, Sadie got up at the same time as her mother. &quot;I&#039;m
going to work early today,&quot; she said. &quot;And I&#039;ll be late back tonight.&quot;

&quot;What&#039;s up today?&quot; Mrs Jackson cracked an egg and slid it in to
the frying pan.

&quot;We&#039;re going to do some spring-cleaning.&quot;

&quot;In July?&quot;

&quot;It doesn&#039;t matter when you spring-clean, does it?&quot;

Mrs Jackson shook her head, cracked another egg. Tommy came in
to the kitchen yawning. Sadie combed her hair in front of the mirror
beside the sink,humming a tune inside her head. It was a lovely
mronging, it would be fresh and sweet in the country and she would
have a whole day with Kevin and Mr Blake away from the town and all
the people she did not want to see. &quot;Don&#039;t comb your hair in the
kitchen,&quot; said her mother, who always combed her hair in front of that
mirror and in fact kept it there for that purpose. Mrs Jackson
set a plate of fried potato bread and an egg on the table for Sadie.

Sadie ate quickly and was finished before Tommy&#039;s breakfast was ke
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