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Then he smiled and was silent. Robert smiled and was silent, too. He'd go
upstairs into the attic, when he was ten, and take off his clothes in front of an old,
dark mirror and wish that he was red. Or black. Or yellow. Any colour but pink.
Robert smiled and was silent. He went downstairs in his dark skin and stayed that
way for another day. Tom Ross understood, it seemed. He too smiled and was
silent. When Mrs Ross asked him what he was thinking of, he shrugged. But he ...
Robert smiled at the thought of Rodwell under a hedge. "Are you a botanist, sir?"
he asked. "Well, no," said Rodwell. "Not in the professional sense. I'm an artist,
you see." "An artist?" said Devlin. "Mercy me. I'm sorry to say I don't think I know .
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Publisher’s Summary: Robert Ross, a sensitive nineteen-year-old Canadian officer, went to war — The War to End All Wars. He found himself in the nightmare world of trench warfare, of mud and smoke ... Consulter l'avis complet
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With Remembrance Day approaching (Nov 11th in Canada), I was looking for an appropriately themed novel and hadn't read Timothy Findley before. In the space of two hundred pages he produced this ... Consulter l'avis complet
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Memorial Fictions: Willa Cather and the First World War
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