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    <title>Lingard132</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:51</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 14</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Kicked, Rafferty</keywords>
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tricks, partly enjoying the exercise of outwitting possible shadowers.
There was a bit of him that enjoyed exciteemntment, even danger. Sadie
understood it, shared it. It added spice to their meetings, made them
laugh together.

When he was coming home at tea-time that day he met Kate. She
hailed him as he was coming off the bus. He stood and waited for her
reluctantly.

&quot;Your mother&#039;s had her baby,&quot; said Kate. &quot;A wee girl. They were
looking all over for you this afternoon and they couldn&#039;t find you
anywhere. They had to get Brede from the nursery to look after the
wee ones.&quot;

&quot;I must be getting home then.&quot; He lengthened his step.

&quot;Hey, wait for us,&quot; said Kate. &quot;It&#039;s a bit late to be running now.
What do you do with yourself all day?&quot;

&quot;Nothing much.&quot;

&quot;You must do something.&quot;

He shrugged. He slowed his step to let Kate walk beside him. She
would run if he did not. She could hang on like a dog with its teeth
on a bone.

&quot;You don&#039;t seem to have much time for your old friends now.&quot;

&quot;Some of them are no longer my friends.&quot; Kevin pointed to his headtouched his bandagde
&quot;I don&#039;t like getting kicked in the head.&quot;

&quot;It wouldn&#039;t be friends that did that.&quot;

&quot;Kate, I know who did it.&quot;

&quot;You&#039;re thinking it&#039;s Brian Rafferty, aren&#039;t you? He says you&#039;ve
been going round blackening his nameslandering him. He&#039;s not pleased.&quot;
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