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The next time Janey brought her father's dinner to the Yard she sought out Murdoch in a dejected mood. She found him reading over his lunch in the sunshine, and she sat down opposite to him, folding her arms on her lap.
"We're i' trouble again at our house," she said. "We're allus i' trouble. If it is na one thing, it's another."