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    <title>Lingard086</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>Tinkers, Sadie</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿79

laughed.

&#039;•I&#039;m always out.# I hate being stuck in the house.&quot;

&quot;Me too.&quot;

&quot;Houses are too small,&quot; said Sadie. &quot;I&#039;d like to live in a tent
in a field.&quot;

&quot;What about a caravan?&quot;

&quot;We could be tinkers?&quot; said Sadie.&quot;I&#039;d quite fancy the life.
Trotting along the roads with nobody to bother you. Are you any
good with a horse?&quot;

&quot;A horse? Sure I can handle them as smooth as silk.&quot; Kevin
laughed. &quot;As long as they&#039;re fifty years old and ready to be pensioned
off.&quot;

They stayed by the river until the last light faded from the sky
and the air was cool.

&quot;It&#039;s been a lovely evening,&quot; sixghed Sadie.

&quot;When can I see you again, Sadie?&quot;

&quot;When would you like to?&quot;

&quot;Tomorrow?&quot;

She nodded.

&quot;Same place?&quot;

&quot;Same place.&quot;

They tun/red homewards. They agreeddecided they wouLd part before they
came near their own areas. They agreed that it was only a borenuisance to have encounters
like last night&#039;s.  they agreed 

They stoppedSeveral streets away from Sadie&#039;s they stopped and sought refuge
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