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    <title>Lingard195</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 20</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
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    <Keywords>Liverpool, London</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
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    <Transcript>﻿186

&quot;And a big one at that,&quot; said rede.

&quot;I&#039;ll be sending you money too,&quot; said Kevin.

&quot;You&#039;ll need to get a job first,&quot; said his father.

&quot;I’m not worried about that. They&#039;re all waiting for me over
there to land.&quot; Kevin patted his mother&#039;s shoulder and walked over to the mirror andto straightened
his tie. He hated wearing a tie and seldom did, but it would please
his mother to see him departing in a suit and tie, neat and respect-
able, and a credit to her.

&quot;Better not be thinking the streets of Liverpool are paved with
gold,&quot; said Mr McCoy. &quot;I hear there&#039;s plenty out of work there too&quot;

&quot;Who said anything about Liverpool?&quot; Kevin gave the tie a final
twist. &quot;I might go to London.&quot;

&quot;London?&quot; said Mrs McCoy doubtfully, for the sound of that was
worse than Liverpool which could be reached by only crossing over a
stretch of water. &quot;It&#039;s a/big city.&quot;

&quot;The x bigger the better! There, how do I xxxx look?&quot;

&quot;The girls of London wll fall about when they see you,&quot; said
Brede.

&quot;Aye, they&#039;ll likely think I&#039;m a right looking eejit.&quot; He
laughed, and so did Brede.

He glanced quickly at the red and cream kitchen clock on the
dresser. His mother&#039;s eyes swivelled to it too.

&quot;I&#039;ll have to be off, Ma.&quot;

She nodded. She set the plastic box of sandwiches and flask on the
table. &quot;Have you room for them in your case?&quot;
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