[{"node":{"title":"Lingard191","Collections":"Chapter 19","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard191","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Procession, Target","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard191","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/Lingard191_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff182\n\nheard the car.\n\n\"Well, this is a surprise,\" he said, nodding tosmiling atMike. Mike and Sadie sat down beside him, one/on either side. HeKevin frowned.\n\"Is there anything up?\" he asked.\n\n\"I'm afraid so,\" said Mike.\n\nThere were a lot of mourners at the funeralIt was a big funeral. Mr Blake had been\nwell liked known and liked in the neighbourhood. Sadie sat with\nMoira in her house watching the procession pass down the street.\nShe saw Kevin's dark head bent down, his face bleak below the dark fa ll\nof hair. Sadie gulped, covering her mouth with her hands.\n\n\"Come on, honey,\" said Moira. \"Have this cup of coffee.\"\n\nSadie took the cup and drank, like an obedient child. In the\nlast few days she had drunk more cups of tea and coffee than she\nwould have thought possible. It wa s something to do. She had never\nknown days could be so long. She went to bed exhausted at night and\nwept in her pillow and wakened exhausted in the morning to think at once of Mr Blake.\n\n\"It doesn't seem possible.\" she said.\n\nMoira sank inot an armchair. She, too, looked tired and worrieddrawn.\nThe children were staying with her mother in the country who was\nworried in case the bomb thrower might choode the Hendersons as his\nnext target. \"It's a possibility after allYou never knowMoira\" her mother had\nsaid. \"After all, you're a Catholic and Mike's Protestant. I told you\nyou'xxd have trouble some day. It's not that I'm not fond of Mike,\nyou knew that I am, but it would have been easier if he'd been Catholic.\"\n","Type":"Text"}}]