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    <title>Lingard117</title>
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    <collections>Chapter 12</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
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    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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plate under Mrs Mullet&#039;s nose.

Mrs Mullet took a biscuit absentmindedly. &quot;Yes, she came here after-
wards.&quot;

&quot;She had nothing to do with it,&quot; said Tommy shortly.

&quot;It was Kevin MCCoy&#039;s sister, wasn&#039;t it?&quot; said Linda. &quot;I saw her
from the window.&quot;

&quot;Kevin McCoy&#039;s sister?&quot; said Mr Jackson.

&quot;What if it was?&quot; Sadie got up, took her cup and saucer to the
sink and washed it. them. &quot;You&#039;re not trying to say that she was in
the shop planting a stick of gelignite?&quot;

&quot;How do we know what she was here for?&quot; demanded Mrs Mullet.

&quot;Well, what was she here for?&quot; asked Mrs Jackson. &quot;It&#039;s the first
I knew of hers being here at all.&quot;

&quot;There&#039;s a lot going on without you knowing, Mrs Jackson, I&#039;m
thinking,&quot; said Mrs Mullet.

&quot;Go on, then, Sadie,&quot; said Linda, planting her elbows on the table
&quot;tell us what she was here for?.&quot;

&quot;Why should I? It was private, between us.&quot;

&quot;Maybe that&#039;s what you think,&quot; said Linda. &quot;Maybe she was sent to
spy out the lie of the land.&quot;

&quot;Don&#039;t be so stupid!&quot; Tommy turned on Linda.

Mr Mullet got to his feet. &quot;Don&#039;t you dare speak to our Linda like that
Come on, Linda. Jessie, we&#039;re going g home. It seems that Tommy and
Sadie aren&#039;t fussy about who they keep company with, but I&#039;m fussy
about my daughter&#039;s company.&quot;
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