The Widower's SonAllen, 1976 - 288 pages William's father, a Nottinghamshire coalminer, is proud of his son's military success, and annoyed when he gives up his life as a colonel in the artillery to become manager of a bowling alley. |
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... tell his father that he'd like to knock all the stones flat . Some were grey and some were black , perhaps to tell you who had done good and who had been evil . Charlie took a bagful of penny cakes from his haversack . ' We'll eat these ...
... tell his father that he'd like to knock all the stones flat . Some were grey and some were black , perhaps to tell you who had done good and who had been evil . Charlie took a bagful of penny cakes from his haversack . ' We'll eat these ...
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... tell her now : ' I've made up my mind to leave the army . He wished his words would return and disappear . What's done is sickeningly done . He wouldn't want it otherwise . It was as if decisions were being made for him . She squeezed ...
... tell her now : ' I've made up my mind to leave the army . He wished his words would return and disappear . What's done is sickeningly done . He wouldn't want it otherwise . It was as if decisions were being made for him . She squeezed ...
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... tell him ? He wouldn't lie . ' We don't live together any more . ' His hand stiffened . ' We separated . ' ' Fought like cat and dog , I suppose ? Me and your mother did . But God brought us together . No staying power today . ' ' It ...
... tell him ? He wouldn't lie . ' We don't live together any more . ' His hand stiffened . ' We separated . ' ' Fought like cat and dog , I suppose ? Me and your mother did . But God brought us together . No staying power today . ' ' It ...
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