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    <title>Lingard171</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 17</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Lingard171</identifier>
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    <keywords>Liar, Sack</keywords>
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&quot;You don&#039;t think I put that box in your yard, do you?&quot;

&quot;Kate said you did. She saw you.&quot;

&quot;She&#039;s lying!&quot; Kevin spat the words out angrily.

Mr MaloneKelly looked him staright in the eye for the first time. &quot;So
you&#039;re calling my daughter a liar,are you? &quot;

&quot;Yes.&quot;

&quot;Do you think I would employ a man that calls my daughter a liar?&quot;

&quot;You&#039;re not going to employ me again, are you? I can&#039;t win either
way. 0. K., maybe I wouldn&#039;t want to work for you if it means
keeping on the right side of your daughter.&quot;

&quot;There&#039;s no call to be rude.&quot;

&quot;I&#039;ll tell you something though, Mr MaloneKelly. If you&#039;re that fond of
your daughter I think you should be taking a good look at the company
she&#039;s keeping. If you don&#039;t you might find more boxes of guns h
hidden in your yard.&quot;

Kevin jumped over a back axle and made for the gate. Mr MaloneKelly
called to him to stop but he did not. That would, give Kate&#039;s fatherhim
something to worry about.

Brede was baking. He sniffedsmlet it as he came in at the door. Her face
was flushed as she bent over the oven.

&quot;Well, Brede,&quot; he said &quot;I&#039;ve just got the sack. What do you think
our father&#039;s going to say to that?&quot;

&quot;Plenty,&quot; said Brede. &quot;But it doesn&#039;t surprise me. I was waiting
for it to happen.&quot;

&quot;I shall go down and have words with MaloneKelly the night,&quot; said Mr
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