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    <title>Lingard118</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 12</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Lingard118</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>McConkey, Damaged</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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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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