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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... trees , chopping its thick roots with an axe . Such tenacious and parasitic stuff coiled around a trunk , sucking away and growing as stout as an arm till it destroyed the tree and pulled it down into a pile of rotten wood and dust . An ...
... trees , chopping its thick roots with an axe . Such tenacious and parasitic stuff coiled around a trunk , sucking away and growing as stout as an arm till it destroyed the tree and pulled it down into a pile of rotten wood and dust . An ...
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... tree came splintering down . When he was young he used to believe that things would improve as you got older . Now he knew that everything gets worse . I'm wrong . It gets better and worse at the same time . The more trees he sent ...
... tree came splintering down . When he was young he used to believe that things would improve as you got older . Now he knew that everything gets worse . I'm wrong . It gets better and worse at the same time . The more trees he sent ...
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... trees . Don't move me . Bay rose , the sad flower of summer that dies in autumn : he sat by the roadside and smoked his short pipe . Bell tents by the side of the wood down Shottermill Lane . Leave me alone . Don't lift me up . Let it ...
... trees . Don't move me . Bay rose , the sad flower of summer that dies in autumn : he sat by the roadside and smoked his short pipe . Bell tents by the side of the wood down Shottermill Lane . Leave me alone . Don't lift me up . Let it ...
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