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    <title>Lingard096</title>
    <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>Bruises, Stitches</Keywords>
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    <Transcript>﻿dropped. Brede laughed, forgetting her troubles for a moment.

&quot;You haven&#039;t changed much, Sadie. I&#039;m glad.&quot;

&quot;It&#039;s great to see you, Brede. But I haven&#039;t got long. I&#039;m
meeting Kevin at half seven.&quot;

&quot;I know. That&#039;s what I want to talk to you about.&quot;

Sadie sighed. &quot;You&#039;re not going to try to talk me out of seeingh
him too, are you? I&#039;ve had Tommy at me already. It&#039;s not that he&#039;d
got anything against Kevin, you know that. But it&#039;s peace at any
price for him!&quot;

&quot;Peace would be nice,&quot; aid Brede.

&quot;Sometimes the price is too high.&quot;

&quot;Sometimes the price is high the other way too.&quot;

Sadie glanced at Brede and frowned. &quot;We&#039;ll got to a little
cafe further along the main street. No one&#039;ll bother us there.&quot;

The cafe was empty. Sadie bought two cups of coffee and they
sat at the back of the shop, their chairs clos e fas together.

&quot;I think you need a hot drink, Brede. You&#039;re dead pale looking.&quot;

Brede took a sip of coffee before she spoke. &quot;We had a shock
last night.&quot;

&quot;Kevin?&quot; asked Sadie swiftly.

&quot;Yes. He was beaten up.&quot;

&quot;2x Badly?&quot;

&quot;Quite. A lot of bruises, and a cut on his head and his leg.
He&#039;d to get three stitches in his head.&quot;

&quot;OhK, my goodness!&quot; Sadie gulped, put her hand to her mouth.
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