{"nodes":[{"node":{"title":"Lingard186","Collections":"Chapter 19","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard186","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"I.R.A, Belfast","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard186","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/Lingard186_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff177\n\nCHAPTER NINETEEN\n\nThere were disturbances in the night: the sound of gunfire, rumble\nof armoured cars, shouting in the distance, the flicker of flames\nagianst the sky. No one in the Jackson house slept very much.\nTheir own street was quiet but the activity ofon the fringe of the ar\narea kept them on edge.\n\n\"Sounds like the I.R.A. fighting it out,\" commented Mr Jackson as\nhe sat drinking tea in the ktchen at two o'clock in the mroning.\n\n\"How do you know?\" said Sadie. \"Could be anybody.\"\n\n\"I don't know what we're all doing sitting here,\" said Mrs Jackson.\nShe scratched her scalp between the rollers and yawned. \"It's not\nas if we haven't heard the sound of guns before. It's funny how you\nget used to the murders after a bit.\"\n\n\"You can get used to anything,\" said Tommy. \"You have to live.\"\n\nSadie looked at the clock. She ought to go to bed and get a few\nhours sleep. She planned to leave the house before seven to go and\nmeet Kevin but now she was afraid that she might sleep in and he\nwould be sitting waiting for her in a field twenty miles outside\nBelfast, watching the road thinking she was never coming. But he\nwould wait, she/knew that.\n\n\"What are you smiling about?\" asked her mother. \"Can't see anything\nvery funny about shooting matches myself.\"\n\n\"I was thinking of something else.\" Sadie stood up. \"I'm off to bed.\nOh, and by the way, I'll be going out early in the morning so don't\nworry if I'm gone when you get up.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1031"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard187","Collections":"Chapter 19","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard187","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sleep, Henderson","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard187","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/Lingard187_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff173\n\n\"And where are you off to?\"\n\n\"I'm spending the day with the Hendersons.\"\n\n\"I don't know why you don't move out there while you're at it.\"\n\nSadie left them drinkin more cups of tea and went up to bed. She lay\nlistening to the noises and gradually drifted into sleep.\n\nIt was light when she woke. It was past seven. She leapt out of b\nbed and pulled on some clothes. As she was brushing her hair she heard\na car come down the road slowly and then stop outside. She pPulleding back\nthe curtain andshe saw that it was the Hendersons' car. Mike Henderson\ngot out and knocked on their door.\n\n\"Who in the name is that at this hour of the morning?\" She heard\nher father's voice as she spedraced down the stairs. Her arents always\nslept with the door of their bedroom open.\n\nShe opened the front door. She looked at hisMike's face and then said,\n\"What's wrong?\"\n\n\"Can I come/in?\"\n\nShe nodded. He stepped in to the narrow hallyway.\n\n\"Who is it, Sadie?\" called her mother.\n\n\"It's Mr Henderson.\"\n\n\"Mr Henderson?\" The bed springs creaked, followed by muttering\noverhead.\n\nSadie took Mike into the kitchen, closed the door.\n\n\"Tell me quickly, \" she said. \"They'll be down in a minute to see\nwhat's going on.\"\n\n\"Sadie - \" Mike paused; he put his hands on her shouflders. \"I've\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1032"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard188","Collections":"Chapter 19","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard188","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Dead, Bitterly","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard188","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/Lingard188_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff179\n\ngot bad news for you.\"\n\n\"I can see that.\" Her eyes widened. She felt that she had lived through this moment before. Has something happened to Mr Blake?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\nFootsteps above now.\n\n\"What is it? Is he dead?\"\n\nMike nodded.\n\n\"He can't be dead,\" Sadie cried. \"I saw him yesterday.\"\n\n\"Someone threw a petrol bomb into his housebedroomhouse last night. He was killed outrightThe place went up in minutes and he didn't get out.\n\n\"Oh no!\" Sadie stared at himMike. It seemedwas impossible to believe.\nIt was a mistake, a dream, a nightmare.\n\n\"Swine!\" said Mike bitterly, anger blazing in his eyes. \"He never hurt anyone in his life.\"\n\nSadie sat down at the table. \"Is it true?\" she asked. Now she\nwas beginning to know that it was. The knowledge was seeping through\nto her brain.\n\nMike sat down beside her. \"I'm afraid it's true,\" he said, quietl now.\n\nSadie was weeping with her head on the table and Mike's arms round\nher shoulders when Mrs Jackson came in.\n\n\"What's going on?\"\n\n\"Sadie's had a shock, Mrs Jackson.\"\n\nSadie lifted her head. \"Mr Blake's been killed, Ma.\"\n\n\"Killed?\" Mrs Jackson put her hadn to her throat.\n\n\"His house was bombed last night.\"\n\nMr Jackson came in with his shirt hanging/over his trousers,\nfollowed by Tommy in his pyjamas.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1033"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard189","Collections":"Chapter 19","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard189","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Murdered, Bewilderment","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard189","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/Lingard189_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\"Sadie's' Mr Blake\u2019s been murdered,\" said Mrs Jackson to them.\n\n\"It's my fault,\" cried Sadie. \"It\u2019s my fault.\"\n\n\u2019\u2019Don\u2019t be silly, Sadie,\" said Mike. \"You musn't say that.\"\n\n\"It's true, it's true!\"\n\nMr Jackson shook his head, \"What's it all about? How is it your\nfault, Sadie?\"\n\n\"It isn't, Mr Jackson,\" said Mike. \"She's had a shock. She doesn' t\nknow what she's saying.\"\n\n\"I think I'd better make a cup of tea.\" Mrs Jackson lifted the\nkettle. \"Jim, get her a glass of brandy from the front room.\"\n\nMr Jackson, moving in a state of bewilderment, went to fetch the\nbrandy. Tommy sat down on the other side of his sister. The gas\nflame hissed under the kettle.\n\n\"I don't know what the world's coming to,\" aid Mrs Jackson. \"You never know who'll be next.\"\n\nSadie took the glass from her father and drank. She felt sick.\nShe wanted to retchvomit.\n\n\"Take another sip,\" said Mike. \"It'll settle your stomach.\"\n\n\"I think you'd, better tell us what happened,\" said Mr Jackson.\n\nMike told them what he knew, which was little. No one had seen the\nbomb bening thrown. No one had noticed any strangers in the district.\nIt was not an area accustomed to bombing. There had never been any trouble there before.\n\nSadie quietened. She dried her tears, drank her sweet tea, leaning\non the table for support. She felt weak right to the centre of her\nbody.\n\nThen she remembered Kevin who would have set out already for their\nrendezvousmeeting place, not knowing what had happened.\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1034"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard190","Collections":"Chapter 19","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard190","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Morning, Summer","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard190","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/Lingard190_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff181\n\nShe looked at Mike. \"If you're going now I'll come with you.\"\n\nHe nodded, knowing by the expression in her eyes that she was t\nthinking of Kevin.\n\n\"There's no call for you to go, Sadie,\" said her father.\n\n\"I want to go.\"\n\n\"I want you to stay in.\"\n\n\"He's right,\" said her mother. \"There's nothing for you to do\nanyway.\"\n\n\"I must go. I must.\"\n\n\"Let her go,\" said Tommy. \"She'll come to no harm.\"\n\n\"I'll look after her\", said Mike.\n\nMrs Jackson sighed. \"Oh,all right.\"\n\nSadie pulled on her anorak. \"Don't worry, Ma. Coming, Mike?\"\n\nMrs Mullet was at her door. She straightened up when she saw\nSadie coming out of the house with Mike. \"Good morning, Sadie\" she\ncalled.\n\n\"Morning,\" Sadie called back and ducked her head before she could\nhear any more of what Mrs Mullet had to say.\n\nMrs Mullet watched them drive down the street.\n\n\"Kevin's waiting for me,\" said Sadie to Mike.\n\nSadie told Mike that Kevin was waiting for her and\nhe drove her out of town. They passed a few trucks and\nsoldiers patrolling, but the streets were quiet. Once they left the\ncity behind they saw no more kahaki. They went along country roads\nlined with trees tinged already with russet and yellow\nand orange. Summer was almost over.\n\nKevin was there, at the spot they had arranged, lying on a grassy\nbank on his backw, with the sun on his face. He sat up when he\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1035"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard191","Collections":"Chapter 19","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard191","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Procession, Target","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard191","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/Lingard191_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff182\n\nheard the car.\n\n\"Well, this is a surprise,\" he said, nodding tosmiling atMike. Mike and Sadie sat down beside him, one/on either side. HeKevin frowned.\n\"Is there anything up?\" he asked.\n\n\"I'm afraid so,\" said Mike.\n\nThere were a lot of mourners at the funeralIt was a big funeral. Mr Blake had been\nwell liked known and liked in the neighbourhood. Sadie sat with\nMoira in her house watching the procession pass down the street.\nShe saw Kevin's dark head bent down, his face bleak below the dark fa ll\nof hair. Sadie gulped, covering her mouth with her hands.\n\n\"Come on, honey,\" said Moira. \"Have this cup of coffee.\"\n\nSadie took the cup and drank, like an obedient child. In the\nlast few days she had drunk more cups of tea and coffee than she\nwould have thought possible. It wa s something to do. She had never\nknown days could be so long. She went to bed exhausted at night and\nwept in her pillow and wakened exhausted in the morning to think at once of Mr Blake.\n\n\"It doesn't seem possible.\" she said.\n\nMoira sank inot an armchair. She, too, looked tired and worrieddrawn.\nThe children were staying with her mother in the country who was\nworried in case the bomb thrower might choode the Hendersons as his\nnext target. \"It's a possibility after allYou never knowMoira\" her mother had\nsaid. \"After all, you're a Catholic and Mike's Protestant. I told you\nyou'xxd have trouble some day. It's not that I'm not fond of Mike,\nyou knew that I am, but it would have been easier if he'd been Catholic.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1036"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard192","Collections":"Chapter 19","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard192","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Funeral, Whiskey","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard192","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/Lingard192_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff183\n\nMike had said his mother-in-law was talking rubbush, that there was\nno chance of them havinggetting a bomb through the window but Moira had\nsaid in the end that it might be as well to have the children out of\nthe way anyway until the funeral was over and they fresh country air\nwould do them good. She might even go down and spend a week with\nthem herself afterwards. \"Why don\u2019t you go and live there?Mike\nhad said flung back at her and they had almost had a row. She knew\nthat he himself was anxious about the whole situation in the city.\n\n\u201dWe ought to be used to things like this,\" said Moira. \"But when\nit's someone you know happens to a friend you just feel bewildered at the idea of people wanting\nto do these thingskill.\n\nAfter the funeral service Mike and Kevin came back. Mike kissedbent over\nMoira to kiss her and asked,\"You all right?\" She nodded.\n\nKevin sat down beside Sadies on the settee. She slipped her hand\ninto his. It was ice cold. \"Hello,\" he said, trying to smile at\nher.\n\n\"Hello,\" she said softly.\n\n\"I think I need a little whisky to warm me up.\" said Mike openinged\nthe sideboard door. \"What about you, Kevin? Do you good.\"\n\n\"Just a little.\"\n\nMike made a afce at Sadie. \"You're too young.\"\n\n\"I don't like the smell anyway.\"\n\nMike raised his glass to Kevin\u2019s. \"Well,\" he said \"here\u2019s to\nMr Bthe memory of Mr Blake. We won\u2019t forget him.\"\n\n\"We certainly won\u2019t said,\"said Kevin. \"And if I ever get my hands\non the louts that did it I\u2019ll kill them!\" His eyes flashed and\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1037"}},{"node":{"title":"Lingard193","Collections":"Chapter 19","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard193","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Rage, Cave Hill","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard193","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/Lingard193_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff184\n\ncolour burned high on his cheekbonesspread across his cheeks.\n\n\"You wouldn't want to, would you, Kevin?\" said Mike,\n\nKevin subsided. He shook his head. \"No, I wouldn't want to. But there's\ntimes when I feel such rage inside me...\"\n\n\"I know,\" said Mike quietly. \"I feel rage too. But I don't want\ntheir blood on my hands.\"\n\nKevin looked down at the hand that held Sadie's and tightened his\nhold on hers. \"No, I wouldn't want their blood on me either,\" he said.\n\"Will you come for a walk with me, Sadie?\"\n\nThey walked on Cave Hill, above the city.\n\n\"I've been thinking,\" he began.\n\n\"Yes?\"\n\nHe turned and looked into her face and d said quickly, \"Sadie, I've\ngot to go away. I can't stay here any longer. I haven't a jobs and\nI'm sick of bombs and poeple getting killed! And now that this has\nhappened with Hr Blake...\" He paused, then continued, \"It's not a case of running away, you mustn't think that. I just don't want any part of what's going on here. It's not living anyway. Not living the way I want it.\"\n\nShe did not speak for a moment. She stared down at the Blefast\nLough lying below, seeing it blur and then focus and then come sharply\ninto focus again. She swallowed. \"When will you go?\" she asked.\n\n\"Next week.\"\n","Type":"Text","Author":"Joan Lingard","Updated date":"Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:52","Nid":"1038"}}]}