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    <title>Lingard025</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:48</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 3</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Lingard025</identifier>
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    <keywords>Provisionals, Unification</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿23

&quot;The soldiers are asking for it. They&#039;re occupying our country.&quot;
&quot;I t&#039;s not their fault. They&#039;d probably rather be at home.&quot;

&quot;Ah, give over arguing you two,&quot; said Kate, who was leaninglounging
against the wall. &quot;Why don’t we all go down to the chipperchippy and have
a Coke? Kevin might be down there.&quot;

Brede looked at Gerald and said, &quot;Go home at once, Gerald, or
I&#039;ll send your dDa after you.&quot;

&quot;Aye, away home now, you lot,&quot; said Brian. &quot;And I&#039;ll see tomorrow.

&quot;Right Brian&quot; said Gerald. He saluted smartly, clicking his heels

The children went at once. Brede watched them go wonderingly.
Brian was looking very well pleased with himself.

&quot;You haven&#039;t been eggingencouraging them on, have you, Brian?&quot; she asked
slowly.

He laughed. He put his hands into his pockets and sauntered off
down the street.

&quot;I used to like him,&quot; said Brede. &quot;Now I&#039;m not sure. He&#039;s changed.&quot;

Kate yawned. &quot;I heard he&#039;s got himself mixed up with some IRA.
Provisionalsthe Provos.&quot;

&quot;Surley not!&quot;

The Provisionals were a splinter group from the Irish Republican
Army. They were dedicated to the unification of Ireland, a dnand
declared that they could only achieve their end by violence. Some-
times they fought in the streets against the IRA and then the
police and the army stayed clear and let them fight it out between
them.

&quot;Let&#039;s go down to the chipperchippy&quot; said Kate.

Brede shivered. &quot;I&#039;m cold. I&#039;m going home.&quot;
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