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    <title>Lingard114</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 12</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
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    <Identifier>Lingard114</Identifier>
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    <Keywords>Hell, Sack</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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    <Transcript>﻿106

&quot;Who was that brought you home?&quot;

&quot;Twinkle Hake. Do you remember him? The geography teacher.&quot;

Tommy frowned. &quot;What were you doing with him?&quot;

Sadie told him antr about Kevin meeting him on the Lagan path.
Tommy was impressed by Mr Blake&#039;s kindness but troubled that Sadie
was going to see Kevin again.

&quot;Where&#039;11 it all end?&quot; he wanted to know.

&quot;I can&#039;t think about that,&quot; said Sadie. Beginnings were more
interesting. &quot;But do you know what happened to me this morning?&quot;

&quot;No, but I soon will.&quot;

&quot;The old bitch in the hat department said to me, &#039;I hear you&#039;re
keeping company with a Mick&#039;.&quot;

&quot;And what did you say?&quot; asked Tommy, resigned to hearing the worst.

&quot;I told her to go hell and she gave me the sack.&quot;

&quot;Will you never learn to keep your mouth shut?&quot;

&quot;Why should I? She opened hers first.&quot;

&quot;What&#039;ll Ma say when she hears you&#039;re out of work??&quot;

&quot;I&#039;m not going to tell her till I egt another job.&quot;

A loud bang near by made them jump. It had sounded like the
crack of an explosion. Almost at once other noises followed the
first one: screaming, shouting, commotion. It was coming from the
next street.

They ran round the corner. Mrs McConkey&#039;s shop was going up in
flames
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