[{"node":{"title":"Lingard151","Collections":"Chapter 15","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard151","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Scrapyard, Houses","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard151","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard151_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff143\n\nhouse she saw him turn his head and stare at it. She went back inside.\n\nKevin reached the end of the street, turned the corner in to the\nnext one, passed the scrapyard. A few yards along an alley ran b\nbetween two blocks of houses. He stepped into slipped into it and\nstood with his back resting against the wall. The ris morning sun\nwas warm on his face. Brian Rafferty wshould be along in a few minutes\non his way to work\n","Type":"Text"}}]