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    <title>Lingard053</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 6</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Lingard053</Identifier>
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    <Keywords>City Hall, Bingo</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿50

&quot;Sure is he ever early?&quot; said his father.

&quot;I&#039;ve been waiting on you this half hour,&quot; aid Brian.

&quot;Lay off, the lot of you,&quot; said Kevin, sitting down at the place
set for him onat the table. &quot;I&#039;ve been working.&quot;

&quot;Idling around the streets, if I know Dan MaloneKelly,&quot; said Mr McCoy.
&quot;And that reminds me, it&#039;s time you were asking him for a rise.&quot;

&quot;How can he give me a rise?&quot;

&quot;He was supposed to be making a fortune when yiou went to work
for him,&quot; said Mrs McCoy.

&quot;Well, business is slacker now.&quot;

Kevin began to eat. He was wishing he hadn&#039;t bothered coming home
at all but had taken a turn round by the City Hall at the same time
as last night. Brian was fidgeting with a box of matches turning them over and over in his hand.When heAs soon as Kevin had finsihed his meal, Brian said at once,&quot;Are you right then,
Kevin?&quot; He made for the door

&quot;Where are you two off to?&quot; asked Mrs McCoy.

&quot;Nowhere in particular,&quot; said Brian.

Kevin followed Brian out. &quot;Where are we going?&quot; he asked, when
they were in the street.

&quot;To my house. I&#039;ve somethingt to show you.&quot;

Brian&#039;s mother was out at the Bingo and his father sat in front
of the television set looking very subdued. He was nursing a sore
head. Brian said he had had too much drink in him the night before
and ended up in a fight.

&quot;Come on,&quot; said Brian. &quot;Up the stairs.&quot;
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