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    <title>Lingard011</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 2</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
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    <Keywords>Daughter, Linda</Keywords>
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part resented that her daughter spent so much time on them. &quot;It&#039;s
a wonder she didn&#039;t think shs to send a message back by you.&quot;

&quot;I don&#039;t think she was that fussy about me seeing who she was with.&quot;

&quot;Who was she with?&quot; asked Mr Jackson, taking an interest in the
conversation for the first time.

&quot;Oh I don&#039;t know if I should tell you that.&quot; Linda lowered her
eyelashes.

&quot;Maybe you shouldn&#039;t then,&quot; said Tommy quickly. He got up. &quot;Come
on, then, Linda, let&#039;s get going or we&#039;ll miss the start of the picture

Linda uncrossed her elgs reluctanly.

&quot;Just a minute.&quot; Mrs Jackson dried her hands.

&quot;I think Linda* knows something we ought to know,&quot; said Mr
Jackson.

&quot;Dad, you&#039;ll be late for the start of your meeting,&quot; said Tommy.
&quot;Away you go to it and let Sadie alone.&quot;

&quot;You&#039;re always covering up for that girl,&quot; said Mrs Jackson,&quot; but
I&#039;m her mother and I&#039;ve a right to know what she&#039;s up to.&quot;

&quot;Sadie&#039;s all right,&quot; said Tommy. &quot;Come on Let&#039;s go, Linda.&quot;

Linda got up and pushed back the chair. She looked round from one
to the other. Her lower lip trembled slightly. &quot;I don&#039;t want to
cause any trouble.&quot;

&quot;No, all right then, let&#039;s go.&quot; Tommy took hold of her arm.

Linda pulled it away and rubbed her elbow with her hand as fe
if he had hurt her.

&quot;Mind your manners, Tommy,&quot; said his father sharply.
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