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    <title>Lingard092</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 10</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Lingard092</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>No surrunder</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard092</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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The houses were very like her own, small, brick,
terraced, back-to-back, but the signs on the
walls were different. LONG LIVE KING BILLY.
DOWN WITHKICK THE POPE. NO SURRENDER. When
a child turned suddenly in front of her,  and
shouted, she thought he was ging to point his
finger at her and call outshout, &quot;She&#039;s a Mick. Come
and get her!&quot; But he looked to the side of here and
called to another boy further back. Brede
passed him, face hot, lips dry.
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