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    <title>Lingard072</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 8</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Lingard072</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Argument</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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    <Transcript>﻿&quot;Wee bit of an argument up ahead&quot; said
Uncle Albert

The army and a number of dark-clothed
men were having a runnning battle with
stones and rubber bullets. Without another word
the three walkers turned off to the right
and made a detour to avoid the area. They
passed a burning shop. A few people
stood in the street watching the flames as if
they were mesmerised. Sadie shivered and held
on tighter to the arms of the two men.
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