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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... William felt slightly foolish taking it , and must have held it overlong ... thought his father was trying to get rid of him , but it was plain that he ... William wondered , from his seat by the fire , what other notions he might have ...
... William felt slightly foolish taking it , and must have held it overlong ... thought his father was trying to get rid of him , but it was plain that he ... William wondered , from his seat by the fire , what other notions he might have ...
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... William thought , noting the lines of his friend's face . ' Do you good . They'll be playing the Lancers soon . ' Watkins took a laden glass from a passing tray , replacing the empty one : ' Must get treddled , Scorty . ' ' It's early ...
... William thought , noting the lines of his friend's face . ' Do you good . They'll be playing the Lancers soon . ' Watkins took a laden glass from a passing tray , replacing the empty one : ' Must get treddled , Scorty . ' ' It's early ...
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... William thought him healthy enough . Must have been drummed out via the glasshouse . ' I did . ' He was proud of it . ' Worn't easy , though . ' ' Nothing is . ' He wondered how a master gunner came to be working for a foxy rogue like ...
... William thought him healthy enough . Must have been drummed out via the glasshouse . ' I did . ' He was proud of it . ' Worn't easy , though . ' ' Nothing is . ' He wondered how a master gunner came to be working for a foxy rogue like ...
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