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    <title>Lingard026</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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    <keywords>McCoy, Brede</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿24

She said good-night to Kate and ran all the way to her house.
Her mtoher was still sitting in the kitchen mending.a sock. She
looked up with a sock in her hand as Brede came in.

&quot;What&#039;s up? Anything happened, Brede?&quot;

&quot;Have the childrenkids come in?&quot;

Mrs McCoy nodded. &quot;I&#039;ve sent them up to bed.&quot;

Brede hesitated a moment. She looked at her mother&#039;s tired face
and knew that she could not give her anything more to worry about.
She would talk to Kevin.

&quot;Kevin hasn&#039;t been back?&quot;

&quot;No. Not a sign of him. Well, he&#039;ll just have to starve for
his meal&#039;s ruinedburnt to a cinder. &quot;

Brede went up to the room that she shared with her three sisters.
They were in bed; one was asleep, the other two were playing cards.
Brede took a book and sat by the window but she did not read. Every
time she heard a step in the street she looked down to see if it was
Kevin.
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