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    <title>Lingard062</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 7</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Lingard062</Identifier>
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    <Keywords>Ballyholme, Priests, Protestant</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard062</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿53

Ballyholme and went down on to the sands. They found a sheltered
place in which they could sit shielded from the wind. Sadie took
off her sandals and rubbed her feet in the sand.

&quot;I feel happy, &quot; she said.

&quot;Me too.&quot; Kevin lay back with his hands clasped behind his head.

She rolled on to her stomach and looked down at his face. &quot;StrangeFunny we should get on so well together.&quot;

&quot;StrangeFunny?&quot;

&quot;Well, you know what I mean. With so many things against it.&quot;

Only anxxx one. And that doesn&#039;t seem to matter.&quot;

&quot;No. Not when we&#039;re together.&quot;

&quot;Does it bother you when we&#039;re not?&quot;

&quot;I don&#039;t know. In a way. I find a it odd when I think about you
going to things like - &quot; she paused &quot;- confession.&quot;

&quot;It&#039;s a part of my religion.&quot;

&quot;It&#039;s apart I don.&#039;t like. Kevin, dowould you confess to the priest that you keep companywere going with a Protestant girl?&quot;

He sat up. &quot;There&#039;s no law against it. It&#039;s not a venialmortal sin.&quot;

&quot;I hate that word sin.&quot;

He shrugged.

She sat up too and looked him in the face. &quot;Don&#039;t you resent the
power the priests have over you?&quot;

&quot;They don&#039;t have that much power,&quot; he muttered.

&quot;ButOf course they dox,&quot; she insisted.

&quot;You know nothing about it.&quot; His voice had a hard edge.
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