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    <title>Lingard188</title>
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    <collections>Chapter 19</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
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    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Dead, Bitterly</keywords>
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got bad news for you.&quot;

&quot;I can see that.&quot; Her eyes widened. She felt that she had lived through this moment before. Has something happened to Mr Blake?&quot;

&quot;Yes.&quot;

Footsteps above now.

&quot;What is it? Is he dead?&quot;

Mike nodded.

&quot;He can&#039;t be dead,&quot; Sadie cried. &quot;I saw him yesterday.&quot;

&quot;Someone threw a petrol bomb into his housebedroomhouse last night. He was killed outrightThe place went up in minutes and he didn&#039;t get out.

&quot;Oh no!&quot; Sadie stared at himMike. It seemedwas impossible to believe.
It was a mistake, a dream, a nightmare.

&quot;Swine!&quot; said Mike bitterly, anger blazing in his eyes. &quot;He never hurt anyone in his life.&quot;

Sadie sat down at the table. &quot;Is it true?&quot; she asked. Now she
was beginning to know that it was. The knowledge was seeping through
to her brain.

Mike sat down beside her. &quot;I&#039;m afraid it&#039;s true,&quot; he said, quietl now.

Sadie was weeping with her head on the table and Mike&#039;s arms round
her shoulders when Mrs Jackson came in.

&quot;What&#039;s going on?&quot;

&quot;Sadie&#039;s had a shock, Mrs Jackson.&quot;

Sadie lifted her head. &quot;Mr Blake&#039;s been killed, Ma.&quot;

&quot;Killed?&quot; Mrs Jackson put her hadn to her throat.

&quot;His house was bombed last night.&quot;

Mr Jackson came in with his shirt hanging/over his trousers,
followed by Tommy in his pyjamas.
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