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    <title>Lingard141</title>
    <updated>Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:51</updated>
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    <collections>Chapter 15</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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    <keywords>Eejits, Stab</keywords>
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    <transcript>﻿133

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Mrs Rafferty, after her initail tirade, stood to one side and allowed
the soldiers to enter.

&quot;If you want to waste your time that’s up to you,&quot; she shouted
after them. &quot;Eejits!&quot;

Brian came and stood on the pavement beside Kevin with his thumbs tucked into his belt. His jaw moved slackly from side to side, over a wad of chewing gum. He made no
move to cross the street ti join his fat mother. Kevin glanced side-
ways at him. He turned and looked at Kevin.

&quot;Aren&#039;t you worried?&quot; asked Kevin.

&quot;What have I to be worried about?&quot;

&quot;You should know.&quot;

Brian laughed softly.

The searchers were spending longer in the Raffertys&#039; house than
in any other that they had been in. It looked to Kevin as if they
had been tipped off.

&quot;Can&#039;t trust anyone these days,&quot; said Brian, shaking his head. &quot;Boys, what a life! An informer would
look in you in the eye as easy as stab in you in the back.&quot;

&quot;I hope you&#039;re not making any insinuationslooking at me,&quot; said Kevin quietly.
&quot;I hate your guts but I wouldn&#039;t inform on you.&quot;

&quot;Expect me to believe that?&quot; Brian stuck his hands in his pocketsBrian spat his chewing gun into the gutter.

&quot;You can bBelieve whatever you like. I&#039;m not interested in what
cowards believe.&quot;

&quot;Cowards?&quot; Brian swung round, eyes blazing.

&quot;Yes, cowards. Anyone who has to bring two frhelpers to beat up
one person is yellow right to the middle.&quot;
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