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    <title>Lingard041</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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    <keywords>Orange Order, Protestants</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿39

Tommy stood up.and pushed back his chair.  &quot;Are you coming, Linda?&quot;

She followed him out. &quot;You don’t even speak backup for yourself,&quot;
she said with annoyance.

&quot;I don’t see why I have toshould. Steve doesn&#039;t have to tell me what
to do.&quot;

&quot;But the other men won&#039;t like youit Tommy, if you don&#039;t join in
with them.&quot;

&quot;Why should I care about that? Anyway, not everybody belongs
to the Orange Order just because they&#039;re Protestants. Lots of lads
in the yard don&#039;t.&quot;

&quot;But most of the men in the street do.&quot;

&quot;LeaveForget it, Linda,&quot; he said quietly.

&quot;OhhAll right&quot; She sighed.

He saw Sadie and Kevin ahead before Linda did. For a minute
he thought of wheeling Linda about and taking her back along the road
but it was too late. TShe had seen them too.

&quot;Isn&#039;t that Sadie?&quot; she said excitedly.

Sadie and Kevin were standing at the end of the street. They
turned as Tommy and Linda approached.

&quot;Hello, you two.&quot; Sadie&#039;s voice was loud and defiant.

&quot;Hello, Tommy,&quot; sai Kevin spoke more quietly.

&quot;Hello, Kevin.&quot;

For a moment there was silence. Tommy and Kevin looked at one
another, each wishing to spokespeak, h not knowing what to say.

&quot;How&#039;ve you been?&quot; asked Kevin at last.
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