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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Page 110
... whisky supplies with a hammer , and when Oxton ventured to help , he shouted : ' Get off ! Out , I say ! This is a job for me ! ' - and Oxton stood with one hand knit into the other , a look of utter misery , as glass tinkled and the ...
... whisky supplies with a hammer , and when Oxton ventured to help , he shouted : ' Get off ! Out , I say ! This is a job for me ! ' - and Oxton stood with one hand knit into the other , a look of utter misery , as glass tinkled and the ...
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... whisky from a heavy decanter . ' I wanted my love to have soda with his whisky . ' ' My insides have known hotter stuff than straight hooch . ' She sat in an armchair opposite . ' I'm sure they have . ' There was a smell of mothballs ...
... whisky from a heavy decanter . ' I wanted my love to have soda with his whisky . ' ' My insides have known hotter stuff than straight hooch . ' She sat in an armchair opposite . ' I'm sure they have . ' There was a smell of mothballs ...
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... whisky and glasses from the cabinet behind his desk : ' I've always been a great believer in intelligent co- operation , and team - work . We'll have the perfect arrangement here before long . ' ' Thanks to you . ' Albert Monk lifted ...
... whisky and glasses from the cabinet behind his desk : ' I've always been a great believer in intelligent co- operation , and team - work . We'll have the perfect arrangement here before long . ' ' Thanks to you . ' Albert Monk lifted ...
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