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    <title>Lingard095</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, Neighbours</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿87

I met Sadie&#039;s friend in the shop so I brought her round.&quot;

Tommy continued to stare at Brede.

&quot;Who is it, Tommy?&quot; Mrs Jackson called from within.

&quot;Friend of Sadie&#039;s,&quot; Tommy called back^, pulling the door to behind him. He looked at Mrs Mullet.
&quot;Thanks then, Mrs Mullet.&quot; he said.

She was dismissed. She took her time todid not hurry across the street, and
when she reached the opposite pavement her shoe came off a and she
had to spend considerable time putting it on.

&quot;What is it, Brede?&quot; Tommy spoke quietly, a frown creasing his
brow.

&quot;I haven&#039;t come to cause trouble,&quot; she said.

&quot;I know that. Don&#039;t be sillydaft. It&#039;s nice to see you.&quot;But you&#039;re very pale&quot;

&quot;I wantAnd you.&quot; She smiled. &quot;But I came to see Sadie. I must. Is she in?&quot;

Tommy nodded. &quot;She&#039;s upstairs getting ready to go out. You&#039;ve just
caught her. I fancythink she&#039;s going to meet Kevin, but I don&#039;t know.

&quot;She is. That&#039;s why I want to speak to her.&quot;

&quot;Wait here. I&#039;ll get her.&quot;

Brede stood in close to the houses, aware that the Mullets
netlace curtain was being held back and two pairs of eyes were watching
her. Sadie came quickly.

&quot;What&#039;s up Brede?&quot; she asked.

&quot;Can we go somewhere? Somewhere we can talk.&quot;

Sadie pulled the door shut behind her, and together they walked up
the street.

&quot;Your neighbours are watching,&quot; said Brede.

Sadie turned and waved at the Mullets house. The netlace curtain
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