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    <title>Lingard118</title>
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    <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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    <keywords>McConkey, Damaged</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿110

The Mullets ushered their daughter out before she could get a
chance to protest. kakxx

&quot;Good riddance to bad rubbish!&quot; declared Sadie.

&quot;That&#039;ll do, Sadie,&quot; aid her mother. &quot;There&#039;s no need to cause any
more trouble. We&#039;ve enough as it is.&quot;

&quot;But the cheek of them suggesting Brede McCoy was coming round here
to help blow up Mrs HcConkey!&quot;

&quot;And what was Brede McCoy doing round here?&quot;

&quot;I told you before:it was private.&quot;

&quot;That&#039;s not a good enough answer.&quot;

&quot;It&#039;ll have to do,&quot; said Sadie. and She left the kitchen and went
up to bed.

In the morning her mother was tight-lipped and silent. Sadie ate
her breakfast and left the house at the usual time. She went round to the
next street. On the corner was a blackened shell that had once been
a shop. The adjoining house was slightly damaged and there waswere signs
of a hasty removal.

As she stood x on the pavement she saw Steve coming along xxtkxkx
on his way to work. She was goingabout to move away when he called her.

&quot;Bad bit work of that, eh?&quot; She agreed, and he said,&quot;They&#039;ll not
get away with it.&quot;

&quot;What&#039;s the point in going on? They&#039;ll just come back again.
It could go on forever.&quot;

&quot;You&#039;re wrong! There&#039;s more of us. Anyway, Sadie Jackson, you&#039;ve
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