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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... Oxton stopped as if to avoid the noise of the guns . In the lulls they heard deep distressful bellowings from un- milked cows in the fields and abandoned farms , an inhuman pathetic sound that got at the stomach nerves . Oxton read his ...
... Oxton stopped as if to avoid the noise of the guns . In the lulls they heard deep distressful bellowings from un- milked cows in the fields and abandoned farms , an inhuman pathetic sound that got at the stomach nerves . Oxton read his ...
Page 222
... Oxton , if I ask what's happened ? ' He pushed some clothes off a chair . ' Please sit down , sir . ' He took up his offer . ' My mother died ten days ago . ' ' I'm sorry . That's damned awful , Oxton . ' It was bad to depend too much ...
... Oxton , if I ask what's happened ? ' He pushed some clothes off a chair . ' Please sit down , sir . ' He took up his offer . ' My mother died ten days ago . ' ' I'm sorry . That's damned awful , Oxton . ' It was bad to depend too much ...
Page 240
... Oxton his chief doorman . He would dis- creetly push any rowdy gang on to the street with minimum fuss , saying ; ' Come on , lads , let's have no bother , or I shall have to take you in hand , ' so that even the hardest of them went ...
... Oxton his chief doorman . He would dis- creetly push any rowdy gang on to the street with minimum fuss , saying ; ' Come on , lads , let's have no bother , or I shall have to take you in hand , ' so that even the hardest of them went ...
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