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    <title>Lingard149</title>
    <Collections>Chapter 15</Collections>
    <Contributor>Lingard Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1972</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Lingard149</Identifier>
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    <Keywords>Slander, Injustice, Border</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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    <Transcript>﻿141

I think he knows something about it but he won&#039;t tell us what. I&#039;m just about to tell him he can go ho No one will ever tell us anything. If you hang on a minute you can
go home with him and your father.&quot;

&quot;No, I&#039;ll not wait. I&#039;d rather you didn&#039;t say I&#039;d b come and
told you about Kate MaloneKelly.&quot;

&quot;O.K.&quot;

&quot;Thank you.&quot;

Brede ran back home. Uncle Albert was snoring, head slumped on the
table between his arms. He sat up abruptly when she came in.

&quot;What the devil&#039;s going on?&quot;

&quot;It&#039;s all right. I think father and Kevin will be coming soon.&quot;
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx They arrived five minutes later. Mr
McCoy had a great deal to say about the police and the army, slander,
injustice, politics, the Border, the English... Uncle Albert nodded
from time to time but was unable to get in a word. Kevin ate his the
breakfast that Brede cooked for him. He was silent and grim-facedbrooding.
He did not even seem to be listening to what his father was saying.
Brede was unhappy about the look in his eyes.

He stood up.

&quot;Are you going to bed, Kevin?&quot; asked Brede. &quot;It would do you good
to have some sleep.&quot;

&quot;I don&#039;t feel like sleep.&quot;

She did not like the sound of his voice either. It was heavy withfull of
foreboding. She said, &quot;But you look dead beat.&quot;
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