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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... eyes open at the first wild communal shouting . After leaping to his feet , and seeing others in the room with arms swinging to snatch soap and towels , he felt alone , till he became anxious at being late , when his loneliness was ...
... eyes open at the first wild communal shouting . After leaping to his feet , and seeing others in the room with arms swinging to snatch soap and towels , he felt alone , till he became anxious at being late , when his loneliness was ...
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... eyes and put them back . Don't move me . Leave me alone . Fuck you , O'Grady . I'm lingering in my own free will for the first time . Smoke and pestilence . Drumfire on four horizons . Degrees or mils , it's all the same . Flash ...
... eyes and put them back . Don't move me . Leave me alone . Fuck you , O'Grady . I'm lingering in my own free will for the first time . Smoke and pestilence . Drumfire on four horizons . Degrees or mils , it's all the same . Flash ...
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... eyes and regretted he had no compass to gauge the angle of their approach , and wondered whether they had seen him before he saw them . As they got nearer , more light came into the sky , and he was grateful for this because it was ...
... eyes and regretted he had no compass to gauge the angle of their approach , and wondered whether they had seen him before he saw them . As they got nearer , more light came into the sky , and he was grateful for this because it was ...
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