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    <title>Lingard090</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 10</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Brede, Prospect</keywords>
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department storeshop. At the enquiry desk she asked which department
Sadie Jackson worked in.

&quot;Hat department.&quot;

Hats were on the second floor. Brede woulddid not wait for the lift;
she ran up the stairs and arrived in the quiet hush of the hat depart-
ment with a stitch in hers side. There was no sign of Sadie. An
middle-aged woman in a black dress was helping a customer try on a
large yellow picture hat.

&quot;Madam, it&#039;s absolutely perfect!&quot; decalared the saleswoman. &quot;It
shows off your face beautifully.&quot;

Madam did not seem so sure. She twisted this vay and that; looking
at herself in the mirror from every angle. Brede circled round the
hat stands, unable to imagine Sadie in such a settingplace.

&quot;It really is your colour, madam.&quot; The saleswoman looked over her
shoulder at Brede. She ran her eyes over Brede&#039;s rather shabby
summer dress and scuffed sandals and obviously did not consider her
to be much of a prospect for the sale of a picture hat. Brede
blushed a little but stood her ground.

&quot;I don’t know...&quot; The customer fingered her chin, and then suddenly
made up her mind. She whipped off the hat. &quot;No, I think I’ll leave
it for today, thank you.&quot;

&quot;That&#039;s all right, madam,&quot; said the saleswoman, stiff-lipped.
She began to gather up the dozen or so hats that the customer had
been trying on for the past half-hour.

Brede approached her nervously. &quot;Excuse me...&quot;
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