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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... Sergeant Jones quipped , go ga - gar sooner than fag- puffers . But Sergeant Jones didn't know everything . Facing his father across the table , he took out a Woodbine and held it to his lips , waiting to tell him to go to hell if he ...
... Sergeant Jones quipped , go ga - gar sooner than fag- puffers . But Sergeant Jones didn't know everything . Facing his father across the table , he took out a Woodbine and held it to his lips , waiting to tell him to go to hell if he ...
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... sergeant killed by a splinter , blood pumping out of his face . William was all right , told a signaller to care for the injured . He looked at the sergeant . Man like himself . Careless bastard to get killed , he'd thought , first time ...
... sergeant killed by a splinter , blood pumping out of his face . William was all right , told a signaller to care for the injured . He looked at the sergeant . Man like himself . Careless bastard to get killed , he'd thought , first time ...
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... Sergeant Weaver said . Thank God you got flattened onto the phones , Brown . Wires still OK . Radio works , anyway . ' We put more juice in ' em at the charging - wagon , sir . ' ' Miss ! Oh my God , they're laying the guns with coat ...
... Sergeant Weaver said . Thank God you got flattened onto the phones , Brown . Wires still OK . Radio works , anyway . ' We put more juice in ' em at the charging - wagon , sir . ' ' Miss ! Oh my God , they're laying the guns with coat ...
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