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    <title>Lingard097</title>
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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>Beaten up</keywords>
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&quot;Is he all right?”

&quot;More or less. Mr Kelly found him lying outside the scrapyard
late last night. He was unconscious. Mr Kelly called an ambulance
and they look him to hospital.”

&quot;Is he/there now?&quot;

&quot;They let him home this morning.”

&quot;Was it because of me, Brede? Was it?”

&quot;Yes, I think so.” Brede’s voice was scarcely audibly. Her
eyes were unhappy.

&quot;Who did it?”

&quot;There were three of them. One was Brian Rafferty. He used to be
Kevin&#039;s freind.&quot;

&quot;Three of them! Coawards! If I got my hands on them!”

&quot;They’d do the same to you.&quot;

Sadie finished her coffee with one gulp. &quot;Did he ask you to come
and tell me?”

&quot;No. He doesn&#039;t know I’m here. He&#039;s going out to meet you, Sadie
I know it.” Brede raised her eyes to Sadie&#039;s. &quot;He&#039;ll not let you
down. But I&#039;ve come to ask you not to meet him.”

&quot;But that uould mean I’d be letting him down,” cried Sadie.

&quot;But you don&#039;t want him to be beaten up again, do you?”
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