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    <title>Lingard168</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 17</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
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    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Fuse, Happy</keywords>
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&quot;Oh well of course. The odd fight, you know.&quot;

&quot;You&#039;ve got a bandage on your head. Get that in a fight? When?
How?&quot;

Kevin told him he had been beaten up by three boys but that he
did not know their identitywho they were.

&quot;Expect me to believe that?&quot;

&quot;Can&#039;t help it if you don&#039;t,&quot; said Kevin wearily.

At the end of the hour the detective stood up. He said that he
would leave it at i that meantime,but he would be back.

&quot;I&#039;ll go as far as the gate with you,&quot; said Mr Blake.

&quot;Are you sure you can walk that far, Mr Blake?&quot; said Sadie.

&quot;Yes, yes, now don&#039;t fuss, there&#039;s a good girl. Go and make us
some tea.&quot;

Mr Blake went down the path with the two policemen.

&quot;I presume you have something t you want to say to us alone?&quot;

Mr Blake nodded. He rested against the gate and told them of the
letters. &quot;I didn&#039;t want Sadie and Kevin to be disturbed by them.
They&#039;re a nice couple of kids and I want them to have a chance to be
friends.&quot;

&quot;It would have saved you a lot of trouble if they hadn&#039;t, Mr Blake.
And us too. Coming from streets like theirs they must have known
it would be like lighting a fuse. Good day, Mr Blake.&quot;

He watched them drive off in their car. &quot;Moira was/coming along the
road with her children. He waited to speak to her.

&quot;I&#039;m glad you and Mike are happy,&quot; he said.
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