<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" ?>
<!-- generator="Drupal Views Datasource.Module" -->
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="en">
  <title>Item Dublin Core</title>
  <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.niliteraryarchive.com" />
  <link rel ="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/node/%25/atom" />
  <id>tag:https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/node/%25/atom</id> 
  <updated>2026-04-04T06:11:07+01:00</updated>
  <author>
    <name>admin</name>
    <email>niwa@bt48.com</email>
  </author>
  <entry>
    <id>890</id>
    <title>Lingard045</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:48</updated>
    <link href="https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/node/%25/atom"/>
    <collections>Chapter 5</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
    <format>TIFF</format>
    <identifier>Lingard045</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Manuscript</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Trouble, Infectious</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
    <path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard045</path>
    <publisher>Linen Hall Library</publisher>
    <relation>Linen Hall Library</relation>
    <rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</rights>
    <scannedimage>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard045_1.jpg</scannedimage>
    <source>LHL Archive</source>
    <transcript>﻿43

&quot;Don&#039;t do anything rashstupid Sadie.&quot;

&quot;What are you trying to say?&quot;

&quot;I don&#039;t think you should see Kevin again.&quot;

&quot;That&#039;s up to me, isn&#039;t it?&quot;

&quot;Look, you know that I like Kevin. He&#039;s a nice fellow but if you
start to go out with him it&#039;ll just lead to trouble. Look how much
there&#039;s been already.&quot;

Sadie got up and walked over to the window. She opened it and
leaned out. &quot;I&#039;m sick of this street and all the people in it. I&#039;m
going to make up my own mind. There was a time when you agreed,
Tommy. We spent some good days together, the four of us, didn&#039;t
we?&quot;

He stirred uneasily. &quot;But it became difficult ,didn&#039;t it? We
always had to slip away, pretend we were going somewhere else.
We had to give it up.&quot;

&quot;Perhaps we gave up too easily.&quot; Her voice was quiet now, all
aggression gone from it.

&quot;You&#039;re not going to change anything by going out with Kevin McCoy.&quot;

He left her still leaning out of the window looking down on the s
street. She stayed there for a long time, with her elbows on the
sill, thinking of Kevin s dark eyes and infectious laugh. The thought
of him stayed with her whilst she preparedgot ready for bed and eventually fell asleep.
</transcript>
    <type>Text</type>
    <updateddate>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:48</updateddate>
  </entry>
</feed>
