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    <title>Lingard144</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>Jail, Soldiers</keywords>
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below, making the sound of machine gun fire.

&quot;Quite it, Gerald, &quot;said Kevin.

He pushed back the bedclothes and joined his younger brotherGerald at
the window. The door had been opened now and the men were holding
a conversation with Mr McCoy.

&quot;Don’t be so daft,&quot; said Mr McCoy was saying. &quot;Away and have your heads s
examined.&quot;

The bedroom door opened behind Gerald and Kevin. Brede slipped
into the room.

&quot;The solde\irs have come for you, Kevin,&quot; she whispered.

&quot;For me? But what - ?&quot;

Uncle Albert appeared behind Brede, pushing/her aside. &quot;Come on,
boy, I&#039;ll get you over the back wall while your da keeps them talking.&quot;

&quot;What are you talking about?&quot;

&quot;They&#039;re after you.&quot;

&quot;I haven&#039;t done anything.&quot; Kevin held out his arm hands. &quot;You xxx
don&#039;t think I&#039;m going to go jumping over the back wall in my pyjamas
at this time of night, do you?&quot;

&quot;Better that than end up in the jail,&quot; said Uncle Albert.

But the soldiers were in the house by now anyway. Kevin started
to dress. &quot;Don&#039;t worry,&quot; he said to Brede. &quot;There&#039;s some mistake.
I haven&#039;t f been in any trouble.&quot;

&quot;Kevin.&quot; Mr MCCoy came panting up the stairs.

&quot;I&#039;m coming.&quot;

&quot;Now then, don&#039;t get excited, son. We&#039;ll get you out of this
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