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    <title>Lingard184</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 18</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
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    <Identifier>Lingard184</Identifier>
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    <Keywords>Company, Rafferty</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
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    <Transcript>﻿176

Mr Kelly came running.

Kevin set down the two hags and flexed his wrists.

&quot;I was wanting a word, with you, son.&quot; Mr Kelly cleared his  throat.
&quot;It’s just that I’d like you to s come back and work for me.&quot;

Kevin stared at him for a moment, then he said, &quot;No thanks.&quot;

&quot;Now look here, Kevin boy, we all make mistakes in our time. I&#039;m
right sorry about that gun business. I don&#039;t believe you did it at all. Could you not be forgiving me?&quot;

&quot;I have forgiven you.&quot;

&quot;That&#039;s all right then. Will you come back? I&#039;m needing you
and I miss your company when I&#039;m out with the truck. We always
got on fine together, didn&#039;t we?&quot;

&quot;Yes.&quot;

&quot;What do you say, Kevin?&quot; Kr Kelly rubbed his hands together with
an air of nervousness. &quot;I&#039;ll put up your wage.&quot;

&quot;I&#039;m sorry. No.&quot;

&quot;But why not?&quot;

&quot;I just don&#039;t want the job back. The less of these streets I see the
better.&quot;

Kevin walked on.

Mrs Rafferty was at her door. &quot;Morning, Kevin,&quot; she called out.

&quot;Good morning, Mrs Raffertyy.&quot;

&quot;Getting in the messages then? You&#039;ll be a right good housewife
in no time at all.&quot; She laughed, a high-pitched laugh that followed
him the rest of the way along the street.

He shut the door of the house tight behind him. It was not often
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