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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Page 56
... gone to bed you can come up to our room . ' The limits of his world were pleasurably vanishing , though he was still unable to believe he'd ever reach the unknown com- pound of what she'd got . ' They'll kick me out when the booze is gone ...
... gone to bed you can come up to our room . ' The limits of his world were pleasurably vanishing , though he was still unable to believe he'd ever reach the unknown com- pound of what she'd got . ' They'll kick me out when the booze is gone ...
Page 69
... gone so far by that he wished to God the whole place would go up in smoke and vanish from his life for ever . People ... gone , though he squinted at the memory , and remembered Jerusalem in winter , almost wishing he were back . He'd ...
... gone so far by that he wished to God the whole place would go up in smoke and vanish from his life for ever . People ... gone , though he squinted at the memory , and remembered Jerusalem in winter , almost wishing he were back . He'd ...
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... gone before . More liquid was dribbling down his chin than he'd ever let go of , and Watkins caught the tumbling glass bits , and passed a field dressing . So at his mother - in - law's tea table when he drank too care- fully she wanted ...
... gone before . More liquid was dribbling down his chin than he'd ever let go of , and Watkins caught the tumbling glass bits , and passed a field dressing . So at his mother - in - law's tea table when he drank too care- fully she wanted ...
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