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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... turned from looking at her . " That's what I made it . ' He was pleased , so William was worried that he wouldn't do as well next time . All he wanted was to get away from these gloomy headstones . He once thought that when you were ...
... turned from looking at her . " That's what I made it . ' He was pleased , so William was worried that he wouldn't do as well next time . All he wanted was to get away from these gloomy headstones . He once thought that when you were ...
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... turned up at such times if you said nothing . He ate the first two quickly . The cemetery always made him feel clambed . ' My guy , ' Charlie laughed , ' you must have been as hungry as a hunter ! If you don't steady on you'll have them ...
... turned up at such times if you said nothing . He ate the first two quickly . The cemetery always made him feel clambed . ' My guy , ' Charlie laughed , ' you must have been as hungry as a hunter ! If you don't steady on you'll have them ...
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... turned the dinner service , coffee cups and saucers , into his vocabulary , a rabid flying concatena- tion smashing at the wall . She wept . How lucky she was . She had tears in her . It was finished . He was on his feet , and saying to ...
... turned the dinner service , coffee cups and saucers , into his vocabulary , a rabid flying concatena- tion smashing at the wall . She wept . How lucky she was . She had tears in her . It was finished . He was on his feet , and saying to ...
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