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    <title>Lingard108</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>Lingard108</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Blake, Sadie</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
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    <Transcript>﻿99 ( cont)

on the edge of the settee and took hold of Kevin’s hand.

&quot;I’m sorry I was late, Kevin. You see, Brede came to see me - &quot;

”Brede?”

&quot;She told me what had happened.&quot;

&quot;She asked you not to come, didn&#039;t she?&quot;

&quot;Yes. Yor your sake. She was worried about you and I didn’t
know what to do. But I couldn&#039;t bear the thought of you waiting.&quot;

&quot;I&#039;m glad you couldn&#039;t.&quot; His hand tightened round hers.

Mr Blake came in carrying a tray. Sadie jumped up to help him.
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