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    <title>Lingard097</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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    <Identifier>Lingard097</Identifier>
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    <Keywords>Beaten up</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Transcript>﻿89

&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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