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    <title>Lingard134</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 14</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Lingard134</Identifier>
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    <Keywords>Blackmailed, Wetting</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
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    <Transcript>﻿126

&quot;Can I help it?&quot;he demanded.

&quot;No.&quot; But it might not do you any good.&quot;

&quot;If you&#039;re suggesting I keep in with her because of my job you
should know better than that! MaloneKelly employs me because I work hard
not because his daughter’s after me.&quot; He sat down at the table and straightened his sore leg. His
legIt still ached if he walked too much.

Brede hesitated. &quot;She can cause trouble, Kate, if she has a mindwants
to.&quot;

&quot;Let her. I’ll not be blackmailed.&quot;

&quot;I&#039;ve seen her around with Brian Rafferty quite a bit.&quot;

&quot;Maybe they’d suit one another.&quot;

&quot;You sound bittersour tonight.&quot;

&quot;I&#039;d just like to be left alone for a while.&quot;

Brede turned down the gas under the pot on the stove and began
setting the table. &quot;Were you out seeing Sadie?&quot; Kevin did not answer.
&quot;Be careful, Kevin, won&#039;t you? It&#039;s all right, you know you can
trust me.&quot;

&quot;Yes, I know that. You&#039;re about the only one I can. Apart from
Sadie.&quot; And Mr Blake and Moira Henderson. They were to be trusted
too.

Brede raised her eyes to his. &quot;So you are seeing her? Well, I
suppose I knew it. You&#039;re keen on her, Kevin, aren&#039;t you?&quot;

&quot;Would I see her if I weren&#039;t?&quot;

Their father came in then. He was in a jovial mood. He had been
in the pub &#039;wetting the baby&#039;s head&#039;. It was a tradition to celebrate
the birth of a new child by buying your friends a few drinks. By
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