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    <title>Lingard103</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 11</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Lingard103</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Accident, Watch</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Transcript>﻿95

The man&#039;s face swam out of focus as if it was drifting under water.
Kevin blinked, took another deep breath and steadied himself against
the tree. The man put his handdel&gt; arms round him.

&quot;You&#039;re not all right, are you? Come on, I&#039;m going to take you
home.&quot;

&quot;No.2&quot;

&quot;Where do you live? I have a car just along the street.&quot;

Kevin shook his head. &quot;Let me sit down,&quot; he said weakly.

He slid down to the ground and sat with his head resting against
the bark of the tree. He felt a bit better now. He could see the
man&#039;s face clearly again: concernedvery bright blue eyes looking at him with concern, creased forehead,
a neat little moustache. The man was crouching beside him, and the
dog was still waiting patiently with the stick.

&quot;I think you need a doctor.&quot;

&quot;I&#039;m just weak. I had an accident, you see, last night.&quot;

&quot;I don&#039;t like leaving you here like this.&quot; The man shook his head.

&quot;I&#039;m waiting for someone. What time is it?&quot;

The man looked at his swatch. &quot;Twenty past sevenTen to eight&quot;

&quot;Twenty past?Ten to eight?&quot;

&quot;Is she late then?&quot; The man smiled a little.

Kevin nodded.

&quot;Maybe she won&#039;t come.&quot;

&quot;She&#039;ll come.&quot;

&quot;You sound pretty sure.&quot;

&quot;Well, I know her.&quot;
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