[{"node":{"title":"Lingard174","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard174","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bunting, Drums, Beating","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard174","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard174_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff166\n\nCHAPTER EIGHTEEN\n\n\"I wonder why he doesn't phone,\" said. Sadie. Each morning she dusted\nthe telephone, wondering if it would ring for her that day. But there\nit sat, black,and squat, and silent.\n\n\"He will,\" said Mr Blake. \"One of these days. Perhaps at the\nmoment it's too difficult. He's got all sorts of things to work out.\"\n\n\"I hope he's all right.\"\n\nSheSadie worried about him but there was nothing she could do. She\ncould not go to t his house and ask for him.\n\n\"You're quiet these days,\" said her mother. \"Are you sickening\nfor something?\"\n\n\" No.\"\n\n\"You don't go out much either. It's not like you.\"\n\n\"I've nowhere to go.\"\n\nShe sat in her bedroom, reading sometimes, or writing letters to\nKevin that she tore up afterwards, often just sitting staring out\nthrough the window at the bunting that linked the houses in the\n\nstreet. The flags and banners were out, and the flags; and each evening she\nheard the sound of bands practising for the big day. Drums beating.\nChildren shouted in the street, excited by the noise and colour.\nThe army had been reinforced to max keep down the amount of trouble.\n\nKevin might be ill. Or he could hadve been beaten up again by Rafferty\nand g his gandg. Or perhaps he had just did not want to see her\nagainany more. He might have found another girl, one from his own street,\nwhom he could take out without complication. All the possibilities\n","Type":"Text"}}]