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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... smell both , but the sky was so blue it didn't matter . Colliers ' wives talked to each other outside their houses . One woman was scrubbing her doorstep as if speed indeed was of the essence . ' Years ago , ' Charlie said , ' when they ...
... smell both , but the sky was so blue it didn't matter . Colliers ' wives talked to each other outside their houses . One woman was scrubbing her doorstep as if speed indeed was of the essence . ' Years ago , ' Charlie said , ' when they ...
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... smell . " That's a sight for sore eyes , ' Oxton shouted . ' I can't see enough o ' the bleeders go down . Young squarehead ! I'll die happy now . ' ' Don't talk like that , ' William said . ' Oh , I don't mean that , sir . I mean I'll ...
... smell . " That's a sight for sore eyes , ' Oxton shouted . ' I can't see enough o ' the bleeders go down . Young squarehead ! I'll die happy now . ' ' Don't talk like that , ' William said . ' Oh , I don't mean that , sir . I mean I'll ...
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... smell of carbolic soap , stewed tea , soil from the plant pots , and a human smell of coal - gas and sweat . ' I'm sorry he's not well . ' ' It's his age . ' She shook her head . ' He's eighty - three . ' ' I am well , ' he called from ...
... smell of carbolic soap , stewed tea , soil from the plant pots , and a human smell of coal - gas and sweat . ' I'm sorry he's not well . ' ' It's his age . ' She shook her head . ' He's eighty - three . ' ' I am well , ' he called from ...
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