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    <title>Lingard026</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 3</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Lingard026</Identifier>
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    <Keywords>McCoy, Brede</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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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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