<> Chapter 15 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard150 Manuscript Ulster, Westminster English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard150 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard150_1.jpg LHL Archive 142 "I'm going out.” It was an announcement; no one would stop him. "Well, don't go killing yourself trailing around the streets,” said his father, breaking off in the midst of a dissertation on the treatment of Ulster by the Westminster governnment. ”Y No wonder a pair of shoes never lasts long on your feet.” Kevin walked out. "Be careful, Kevin,” Brede called after him. "Albert, they can send the whole of the Biritish army over here and it'll not solve a thing,” said Mr McCoy. "Aye, you're right, Pete, you're right.” "Da, I think I'm worried about Kevin,” said Brede. "Sure you're always worrying about something. Just like your mother.” "But I think he's away out to get the one that framed him.” Mr McCoy turned in his seat. "Kate MaloneKelly?" "Not her.” "Who then? Does/he know who put that box in the yard?” Brede shrugged. Her face flushed. She went to the sink to start the washing up. "Do you know, Brede?” demanded her father. "Me? How would I know?” she asked. "I'll just go and take a look for the milkman.” She went to the front door and stoodout on to the pavement. Kevin was going slowly down the street, sauntering almost, like one who had nothing/in particular to do. As he drew level with the Raffertys' Text