The WarsClarke, Irwin, 1977 - 226 pages In 1915, Robert Ross, a young Canadian, enlists in the army as an officer. His experiences of life in a training camp, of the trenches in Europe, and with death, are vividly told. Some strong language amd explicit descriptions of sex. Winner of the 1977 Governor General's Award for Fiction. 1977. |
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... Davenport wanted to take her arm , but Mrs Ross refused . " If I fall down — I fall down , " she said . Mister Ross heard this , but kept on walking . He and ... Davenport . Davenport gave away chocolate bars to soldiers leaning out of 53.
... Davenport wanted to take her arm , but Mrs Ross refused . " If I fall down — I fall down , " she said . Mister Ross heard this , but kept on walking . He and ... Davenport . Davenport gave away chocolate bars to soldiers leaning out of 53.
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... Davenport sat on her squirrel stole . Her hands were already cold . Mrs Ross reached inside her sable muff and drew out a silver flask . She drank and offered it to Davenport - but Davenport was afraid of censure , sitting so near the ...
... Davenport sat on her squirrel stole . Her hands were already cold . Mrs Ross reached inside her sable muff and drew out a silver flask . She drank and offered it to Davenport - but Davenport was afraid of censure , sitting so near the ...
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... Davenport . Davenport took it . Mrs Ross stood . The child seemed pleased . In standing , reason was re- stored . She smiled . - - Mrs Ross looked down — throwing her furs across her shoulder — masking the flask and putting it back ...
... Davenport . Davenport took it . Mrs Ross stood . The child seemed pleased . In standing , reason was re- stored . She smiled . - - Mrs Ross looked down — throwing her furs across her shoulder — masking the flask and putting it back ...
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