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    <title>Lingard067</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 8</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Lingard067</identifier>
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    <keywords>Bangor, Greyhound</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿63

&quot;Looks like you&#039;ll need a push.&quot; Kevin untied the string and
climbed out. He went round to theback of the car and pushed. They
moved off by inches, gradually gathering a little more speed, and
then with a splutter the car sprang to life again.

Uncle Albert slackened speed so that Kevin could catch them up.
He got in to the car panting.

&quot;We&#039;ll be all right now,&quot; said Uncle Albert. &quot;Once it gets going
there&#039;s nothing to worry about.&quot; They chugged along slowly., being
overtaken by anything else that was on the road. &quot;There&#039;s life in the
ould thing yet, Kevin.. I always get there in the end.&quot;

&quot;Been in Bangor, Uncle Albert?&quot;

&quot;I was seeing a man about a greyhound. Fine beast. I was tempted.
But the missus&#039;d have given me hell if I&#039;d brought it back.&quot;

Kevin laughed, imagining the torrent of words Uncle Albert&#039;s wife
would have poured out if he had returned with a dog.

&quot;Haven&#039;t seen you before, have I x Sadie?&quot; Uncle Albert half
tunred to have another look at Sadie. In the darkness. The car swerved
slightly.

&quot;Keep your eyes on the road, for dear sake, Uncle Albert. You
nearly had us in the ditch.&quot;

&quot;Have you been keeping her hidden, Kevin? You&#039;re a right lad!
Where do you live then, Sadie?&quot;

&quot;Not far from Kevin,» said Sadie, smiling to herself in the dim lightdarkness.

&quot;Funny I&#039;ve never seen you before. I&#039;d have remembered a girl
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