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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... never could be , thank God . Time was something you kept pushing behind you , digging up and slinging rearward where it piled up harmlessly , you hoped , out of sight and never to incommode you again . He felt isolated , insecure ...
... never could be , thank God . Time was something you kept pushing behind you , digging up and slinging rearward where it piled up harmlessly , you hoped , out of sight and never to incommode you again . He felt isolated , insecure ...
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... never too late . Never say never . A peculiar treasure . Precious stones from sardius to jasper , all twelve blown into the sky for near two thousand years and down again into their own solid soil that belongs to me and all of us ...
... never too late . Never say never . A peculiar treasure . Precious stones from sardius to jasper , all twelve blown into the sky for near two thousand years and down again into their own solid soil that belongs to me and all of us ...
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... Never apart . Went out together . Even chased young girls together . When you lose somebody you love you don't want to live any more . If you do you're not human . He died by my side in the dark . But you never get over it . You never ...
... Never apart . Went out together . Even chased young girls together . When you lose somebody you love you don't want to live any more . If you do you're not human . He died by my side in the dark . But you never get over it . You never ...
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