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    <title>Lingard196</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52</updated>
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    <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>Company, Children</keywords>
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&quot;Thanks, Ma.&quot; He lifted his case on to the table, opened it and
put in the food. His mother fussed over the fladk, insisting on
wrapping it in a napkin in case itthe tea would leak out over his clothes.

&quot;Your Uncle Albert would have run you to the boat,&quot; said Mr McCoy.

&quot;I didn&#039;t want any fuss.&quot;

&quot;It doesn&#039;t seem right to be setting off from homegoing away without one
of your family to see you off,&quot; said Mrs McCoy.

&quot;Would x you not like me to come with you, Kevin?&quot; asked Brede.

&quot;I&#039;d just as soon go alone.&quot;

&quot;O.K.&quot;

&quot;You could walk down the street with me though.&quot;

She reached for her coat that hung on the back of the door. Mr
McCoy stood up. He cleared his throat.

&quot;You&#039;ll write?&quot; he said.

&quot;As soon as I&#039;m settled.&quot;

&quot;Watch the company you keep,and don&#039;t do anything rash.&quot; Mr McCoy
put his hand in his pocket. &quot;Here&#039;s an extra fiver. You might need
it.&quot; When Kevin protested, he pushed the note in to his hand. &quot;Go
on , take it. It&#039;s not often you get the chance of a fiver from me.
And&lt; oOne of these days I&#039;ll maybe be in need of one myself and then I&#039;ll
come to you then.&quot;

&quot;I&#039;ll keep you in comofrt in your old age, Da.&quot;

&quot;Aye, that&#039;d be right!&quot; Mr McCoy held out his ahdnhand to his son.
Kevin. &quot;Good luck then, son.&quot;

&quot;Thanks, Da.&quot; Kevin took his father&#039;s hand.

&quot;Brede,&quot; said Mrs McCoy &quot;Call the children and tell them Kevin&#039;s
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