tag:https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/node/%25/atom 2026-06-03T01:25:33+01:00 admin niwa@bt48.com 987 Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:51 Chapter 15 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard142 Manuscript Jeering, Backyard English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard142 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard142_1.jpg LHL Archive 134 At that moment the soldiers clattered out of the Raffertys' house. They were empty-handed. "Satisfied?" demanded Mrs Rafferty. They did not answer; they went on to the next door. Brian Rafferty laughed, a loud triumphant laugh that made his mother look over at him. "Where have you been?" she called. "And where's your da? That's what I'd like to know. He'd have given those louts hell if he'd been here. Come on in for your supper." "Go on to your mammy," said Kevin. Brian glowered. "Come on this minute," said his mother, and he went. Kevin limped back up the street. The soldiers went from house to house, followed by a crowd of jeering children. They came eventually to the McCoys’. Mr McCoy blustered for a few minutes with Uncle Albert interspering a fewputting in some remarks and then Brede put her hand on her father's arm. "Might just as well let them," she said. "Save a lot of time." The soldiers were quiet and ashen-facedsolemn. Theirs was a difficult job. They had to keep their tempers whilst all around were losing theirs. They searched the McCoys house and found nothing. Kevin sighed with relief, not that he had any reason to feel guilty, but for a few minutes, when they were inside, it had come to him that Brian Rafferty might have planted his gun in their backyard or under the stairs. Text Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:51