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    <title>Lingard055</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 6</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Lingard055</identifier>
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    <keywords>Six Counties, Rebels</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿51
&quot;I&#039;ll have to find a better place. I&#039;m not going to keep it
here.&quot;

&quot;And where do you think you&#039;ll find it?&quot; Kevin shook his head.

&quot;I had ould Malone&#039;sKelly&#039;s yard in mind.&quot;

&quot;Not on your life! MaloneKelly&#039;d have a fit.&quot;

&quot;There must be dozens of places in that old yard that even he
wouldn&#039;t think of looking in. There&#039;s rubbish there that hex hasn&#039;t
turned over for years. You&#039;d know a good place, Kevin.&quot;

&quot;No,&quot; said Kevin abruptly.

&quot;So you&#039;re not going to help?&quot;

&quot;I don&#039;t want anything to do with guns. It&#039;s madness.&quot;

&quot;That&#039;s not the way you once talked. There was a time when you
were full of strong talk ofabout fighting to get the six counties back from
England. Up the Rebels!&quot; What&#039;s happened to all that now?&quot;

&quot;I was younger then.&quot;

&quot;Some excuse that!&quot;

&quot;You&#039;ve no call to speak to me like that, Brian Rafferty.&quot;
Kevin&#039;s temper was rising now. &quot;I&#039;ve seenThere&#039;s enough people getting
killed. It&#039;s not much to my likingI want nothing to do with it.&quot;

&quot;Coward!&quot;

&quot;Take itthat back! &quot; Kevin now seized Brian by the shirt.

&quot;Why the hell should I?&quot;

&quot;Brede almost died. Remmember!&quot;

&quot;But she&#039;s all right now, isn&#039;t she?&quot;

Kevin shoved Brian away from him. They had fought often as boys
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