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    <title>Lingard125</title>
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    <collections>Chapter 13</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Troubles, Moira</keywords>
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and statues. ”

&quot;You&#039;ve got some funny ideas, Sadie. By the way, Mike, Moira&#039;s husband, is
a Protestant.”

&quot;Is that right? xxykExfc^fexEXxixixsxitS:She seems happy.”

”1 think she is. Oh, I don&#039;t suppose everything&#039;s a bed of roses
all the time - that would be too much to expect - but they survive
all their troubles.”

They went up Mr Blake&#039;s path, into the house. &quot;It&#039;s easier if
you&#039;re middle-class,&quot; said Sadie. He looked at her. &quot;She A Protestant and
Cathlic getting married, I mean,&quot; she added.

HYss^xi: Mr Blake nodded. &quot;Yes, I know. It&#039;s fair comment. Some
of the people round here might not be too fond of a mixed marriage
but it&#039;s not likely they&#039;re going to chuck a petrol bomb through a
their window.”

&quot;That’s what&#039;d happen if you were to do  thatit in my street.”

Sadie thought about Moirax and Mr Blake all the way home on the
bus. She had h It had been a most interesting day. She was in high
spirits when she swung open the kitchen door.

Her mother and father sat at the table looking grim-faced.

&quot;What&#039;s up?” asked Sadie.

&quot;That might be for you to tell us,” said her father.

&quot;It would be nice not to have to depend on Linda Mullet for all
our information,” said her mother.
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