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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... Albert Monk's who looked on his job as no more than a cushy billet . William wondered if he hadn't been Monk's cell mate at some faraway time in their lives . He was tall and ́ well built , and half bald with strands of hair ...
... Albert Monk's who looked on his job as no more than a cushy billet . William wondered if he hadn't been Monk's cell mate at some faraway time in their lives . He was tall and ́ well built , and half bald with strands of hair ...
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... Albert Monk had done well by putting him in charge , and William saw how cunning and of this world he was , for to write Colonel Scorton MC on the application form as manager when applying to the local magistrates for extensions to the ...
... Albert Monk had done well by putting him in charge , and William saw how cunning and of this world he was , for to write Colonel Scorton MC on the application form as manager when applying to the local magistrates for extensions to the ...
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... Albert Monk stood up from the office chair , as if knowing he'd dropped a boo - boo . ' I'm not saying anything against you , Colonel . No fear . I'd give you another medal if I could for what you did . It's just that I'd like to have ...
... Albert Monk stood up from the office chair , as if knowing he'd dropped a boo - boo . ' I'm not saying anything against you , Colonel . No fear . I'd give you another medal if I could for what you did . It's just that I'd like to have ...
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