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    <title>Lingard005</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 1</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
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    <Keywords>Petrol Bomb, Linda</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
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    <Transcript>﻿5

Suddenly a frown knitted Linda&#039;s eyebrows. &quot;I&#039;ve seen you
before, haven&#039;t I?&quot; she asked Kevin.

&quot;Everyone&#039;s seen him before,&quot; said Sadie. &quot;He&#039;s a well-known man
about town.&quot;

&quot;Oh you!&quot; Linda pouted. She hated to be teased. She s continued
to stare at Kevin.

&quot;He can wiggle his ears too,&quot; said Sadie.

&quot;I&#039;ve many other a few more tricks besides forby&quot; said Kevin.

&quot;I know y who you are,&quot; cried Linda triumphantly. &quot;Your names&#039;s
Kevin and you&#039;re - &quot; She broke off.

&quot;Yes, he&#039;s - ,&quot; said Sadie. &quot;So now you know. I&#039;m glad you don&#039;t
have to go sit all the way home on the bus with it worrying you.&quot;

Linda&#039;s round little mouth straightened into a taut line. She
edged away. &quot;I&#039;ll be seeing you, Sadie.&quot;

&quot;No doubt.&quot;

Linda walked away swiftly.

&quot;She can&#039;t get back quick enough to spread the good news in your
street, Sadie,” said Kevin.

&quot;Let her spread what she likes.&quot;

&quot;I always liked the devil in you.&quot; Kevin grinned. &quot;You never let them get you down, do you?&quot;

&quot;Her bottom bum wiggles just like her mother&#039;s ma&#039;s. I could see iA that
happening startin&#039; three years ago. And her tongue wags just like her mother&#039;s ma&#039;s
too.&quot;

&quot;I thought she used to be your best friend?&quot;

&quot;She bores me&quot;
&quot;Your head&#039;s cut.&quot;
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