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    <title>Lingard082</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 9</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Rafferty</keywords>
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wanted to go bed and sleep and shut out the sound of gunfire and
shouting and the sight of men slumped on pavements.

&quot;Hey there, Kevin!&quot;

He halted. It was Brian Rafferty&#039;s voice.

Brian caught up with him. &quot;Boys , theys&#039;re getting a run for their
money tonight all right!&quot; He was grinning.

Kevin walked on, Brian fell in to step beside him.

&quot;Where&#039;ve you been all day?&quot;

&quot;Bangor.&quot;

&quot;You missed it all here. Doyle&#039;s pub got burnt down by the o
Prods. The cheek of them! They&#039;re going to pay for this. They&#039;d
burn us out to the last man if we let them.&quot;

&quot;We do a bit of burning ourselves,&quot; said Kevin wearily.

Brian seized him by the shoulder and spun him round so that they
stood face to face. &quot;I don&#039;t like the sound of that talk.&quot;

&quot;What good does bru burning things do? I&#039;m sick of fires.&quot;

&quot;So you take yoursel f off to Bangor for the day?&quot;

&quot;Why not? It&#039;s no crime.&quot;

&quot;Could be. Depends on who you were with.&quot;

&quot;What do you want to say?&quot; Kevin shoved Brian&#039;s hand off his
shoulder.

&quot;I met your Uncle Albert on the way home. He was telling me you
were with a blonde bird by the name of Sadie.&quot;

&quot;So what?&quot;

&quot;I remember a girl called Sadie. Few years back.&quot;
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