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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... sleep , nor getting up - though he'd done little but yawn since setting out . It was daydreams that plagued him , not those of the night . The meal gave him energy . Oxtail soup , roast beef with potatoes and vegetables , and Yorkshire ...
... sleep , nor getting up - though he'd done little but yawn since setting out . It was daydreams that plagued him , not those of the night . The meal gave him energy . Oxtail soup , roast beef with potatoes and vegetables , and Yorkshire ...
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... sleep . Marvellous oblivion - down into the warmth and dark . The door burst open . He wanted to sleep , to be alone , to die . He knew he ought not to feel any of this , but his fibres were pulling apart . She put the light on . ' You ...
... sleep . Marvellous oblivion - down into the warmth and dark . The door burst open . He wanted to sleep , to be alone , to die . He knew he ought not to feel any of this , but his fibres were pulling apart . She put the light on . ' You ...
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... Sleep was impossible . He didn't deserve it . Sleep was for the angels , or for those with no conscience . Was this life ? There must be a purpose in it . When he put the light on it was three o'clock . He couldn't sleep in tomorrow ...
... Sleep was impossible . He didn't deserve it . Sleep was for the angels , or for those with no conscience . Was this life ? There must be a purpose in it . When he put the light on it was three o'clock . He couldn't sleep in tomorrow ...
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