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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... straight in his seat as it had been at table the evening before . ' Always keep your back straight , ' Charlie dinned into him . ' People will respect you then , even if you haven't more than a shilling in your pocket . And if they ...
... straight in his seat as it had been at table the evening before . ' Always keep your back straight , ' Charlie dinned into him . ' People will respect you then , even if you haven't more than a shilling in your pocket . And if they ...
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... straight , but it sprang back . ' I heard you , ' she cried . ' Especially last night . ' ' What did you ' ear ? ' Her father stepped in , carrying his boots , and sat straight in his chair by the fire as if he had no intention of ...
... straight , but it sprang back . ' I heard you , ' she cried . ' Especially last night . ' ' What did you ' ear ? ' Her father stepped in , carrying his boots , and sat straight in his chair by the fire as if he had no intention of ...
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... straight at him , and William knew that one false move on his part and he'd be out too . ' I've got complete confidence in you , Colonel . ' You'd bloody better have , he thought , angry at the un- spoken threats sneaking around . ' I ...
... straight at him , and William knew that one false move on his part and he'd be out too . ' I've got complete confidence in you , Colonel . ' You'd bloody better have , he thought , angry at the un- spoken threats sneaking around . ' I ...
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