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    <title>Lingard036</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:48</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 5</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Lingard036</identifier>
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    <keywords>Business, Thieves</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿34

a platex.

&quot;Sadie out too the night?&quot;

Mrs Jackson&#039;s back stiffened. &quot;Well, she&#039;s not in.&quot;

&quot;Linda saw her on the way home.&quot;

Mrs Jackson infused, th e tea and set it on a low gas. She setplaced
two cups on the draining board. &quot;You take milk and sugar, don&#039;t you,
Mrs Mullet?&quot;

&quot;Two sugars please. Yes, Linda was saying she saw hersaw Sadie waiting on a bus.&quot;

Mrs Jackson poured the tea and gave a cap to Mrs Mullet. Then
she sat obwn herself and faced the television squarely. &quot;Would you like to
see the film?&quot;

&quot;Not particularly. I&#039;ve seen it before anyway.&quot;

They drank their tea and ate biscuits to the low accompanying hum
of the television set. Mrs Jackson was bracing herself for the next
remark.

&quot;A I know it&#039;s none of my business, Mrs Jackson, and y but I&#039;m
right fond of Sadie and I wouldn&#039;t like herSadie to get into any harm -&quot;

Mrs Jackson cut her off. &quot;That&#039;s all right, Mrs Mullet. You
don&#039;t need to worry about Sadie for me. She&#039;s got her head screwed
on.&quot;

&quot;There&#039;s been times when it seems to come a bit loose. Oh I&#039;m
not criticising her, don&#039;t think that for a minute. You know I&#039;m
right fond of her and she and Linda have been as thick as thieves
since they were in the cradle.&quot;

Mrs Jackson s rose and turned up the volume of the television
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