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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... feel how extraordinary it was so that he could get the proper credit for having achieved so much since his boy - soldiering days . His father was over seventy and , having retired from the post office , was again at the end of one of ...
... feel how extraordinary it was so that he could get the proper credit for having achieved so much since his boy - soldiering days . His father was over seventy and , having retired from the post office , was again at the end of one of ...
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... feel happier . ' ' A drink would do me good . ' ' You had enough last night . Disgusting beast . ' She turned and smiled , and he felt sorry for her through his gaiety . He didn't know why . ' Your father's got terrific dignity , ' she ...
... feel happier . ' ' A drink would do me good . ' ' You had enough last night . Disgusting beast . ' She turned and smiled , and he felt sorry for her through his gaiety . He didn't know why . ' Your father's got terrific dignity , ' she ...
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... feel it , so I can't be wrong . We're also going towards something . The pull of both is so mixed we must find something to go towards and be sure to try and reach it . Out of order came chaos , and out of chaos must come some sort of ...
... feel it , so I can't be wrong . We're also going towards something . The pull of both is so mixed we must find something to go towards and be sure to try and reach it . Out of order came chaos , and out of chaos must come some sort of ...
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