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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... grey dreams , so chopped up that even in his sleep he knew they were dreams . When grey light pushed at his lids he saw it was half past eight . He thanked God , and stood up to stretch some life back into himself . There was no ...
... grey dreams , so chopped up that even in his sleep he knew they were dreams . When grey light pushed at his lids he saw it was half past eight . He thanked God , and stood up to stretch some life back into himself . There was no ...
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... grey eyes as well . At the same time it cast up both points of his moustache and set lines creasing along his forehead . As it spread with such rapidity he seemed to be inwardly worried that his smile , which he knew to be his main ...
... grey eyes as well . At the same time it cast up both points of his moustache and set lines creasing along his forehead . As it spread with such rapidity he seemed to be inwardly worried that his smile , which he knew to be his main ...
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... grey- faced ragbag , wanted to take his boots off , but there was no time for anything but observing the wood - patched , pitted , descending land in front . He covered it in the mind's eye by immediate close - squared co - ordinates in ...
... grey- faced ragbag , wanted to take his boots off , but there was no time for anything but observing the wood - patched , pitted , descending land in front . He covered it in the mind's eye by immediate close - squared co - ordinates in ...
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