[{"node":{"title":"Lingard153","Collections":"Chapter 16","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard153","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rafferty, Kill","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard153","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/Lingard153_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff145\n\n\"It's not mine.\"\n\nMr Blake lit his pipe. \"Whose is it then?\"\n\n\"Fellow by the name of Rafferty, Brian Rafferty. Remember I told\nyou about him?\"\n\n\"The one with the gun?\"\n\nKevin nodded. He told Hr Blake what had happened during the night\nand how in the mra morning he had waited in the alley for Rafferty\nand he had beaten him up. \"It was as if the devil was in me,\" said\nKevin. \"You don't think I should have done it, do you?\"\n\n\"I understand why you did, Kevin.\"\n\n\"But you think it was wrong?\"\n\n\"How would I know what was right and what was wrongI don't like violence of any kind.\" Mr Blake\nrelit his pipe. \"But it's what you think that counts.\"\n\n\"I don;t know what I think.\" Kevin put his head back against\nthe settee. His face was xxxx pale and drawn. \"But I feel sick. I\nfelt sick when I stood and looked down at Rafferty. It's not that\nI c are about him very much.\" He frowned. \"I wanted to fight him,\nI wanted to kill him, but after I'd got him down l there lying at my\nfeet I wished I hadn't done it. Do you understand that?\"\n\n\"Of course.\"\n\n\"It seemed stupid somehow. I don't know. I don't really under-\nstand myself. He deserved it after all.\"\n\n\"I suppose you could say he deserved it\" Mr Blake agreed. \"But maybe you feel youit didn't deserver having to beatdo you any good beating him up?\"\n\nThe front door bell buzzed. \"That'll be Sadie. Shall I tell her\n","Type":"Text"}}]