[{"node":{"title":"Lingard092","Collections":"Chapter 10","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard092","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"No surrunder","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard092","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard092_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff+\n\nThe houses were very like her own, small, brick,\nterraced, back-to-back, but the signs on the\nwalls were different. LONG LIVE KING BILLY.\nDOWN WITHKICK THE POPE. NO SURRENDER. When\na child turned suddenly in front of her,  and\nshouted, she thought he was ging to point his\nfinger at her and call outshout, \"She's a Mick. Come\nand get her!\" But he looked to the side of here and\ncalled to another boy further back. Brede\npassed him, face hot, lips dry.\n","Type":"Text"}}]