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    <title>Lingard193</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 19</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
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    <Keywords>Rage, Cave Hill</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Transcript>﻿184

colour burned high on his cheekbonesspread across his cheeks.

&quot;You wouldn&#039;t want to, would you, Kevin?&quot; said Mike,

Kevin subsided. He shook his head. &quot;No, I wouldn&#039;t want to. But there&#039;s
times when I feel such rage inside me...&quot;

&quot;I know,&quot; said Mike quietly. &quot;I feel rage too. But I don&#039;t want
their blood on my hands.&quot;

Kevin looked down at the hand that held Sadie&#039;s and tightened his
hold on hers. &quot;No, I wouldn&#039;t want their blood on me either,&quot; he said.
&quot;Will you come for a walk with me, Sadie?&quot;

They walked on Cave Hill, above the city.

&quot;I&#039;ve been thinking,&quot; he began.

&quot;Yes?&quot;

He turned and looked into her face and d said quickly, &quot;Sadie, I&#039;ve
got to go away. I can&#039;t stay here any longer. I haven&#039;t a jobs and
I&#039;m sick of bombs and poeple getting killed! And now that this has
happened with Hr Blake...&quot; He paused, then continued, &quot;It&#039;s not a case of running away, you mustn&#039;t think that. I just don&#039;t want any part of what&#039;s going on here. It&#039;s not living anyway. Not living the way I want it.&quot;

She did not speak for a moment. She stared down at the Blefast
Lough lying below, seeing it blur and then focus and then come sharply
into focus again. She swallowed. &quot;When will you go?&quot; she asked.

&quot;Next week.&quot;
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