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Yes , ” said Father Tyrrell slowly , even often . ” Thank you , Peter nearly said . It seemed to him , he did not quite know why , that Father Tyrrell had conceded much to him . For a while they said nothing . “ Is that all ?
Yes , ” said Father Tyrrell slowly , even often . ” Thank you , Peter nearly said . It seemed to him , he did not quite know why , that Father Tyrrell had conceded much to him . For a while they said nothing . “ Is that all ?
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Then there was Maureen's father who used to line up his daughters outside his house each morning and make them number from the right - “ One ... Two ... Three .. Four - ” — as though they were raw recruits conscripted for Service ...
Then there was Maureen's father who used to line up his daughters outside his house each morning and make them number from the right - “ One ... Two ... Three .. Four - ” — as though they were raw recruits conscripted for Service ...
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We had always lived near it of course and my mother used to tell me how my father had carried me down the steep cliff when I was small . But the war had come , and the coast had been mined , and my father had been killed , and I never ...
We had always lived near it of course and my mother used to tell me how my father had carried me down the steep cliff when I was small . But the war had come , and the coast had been mined , and my father had been killed , and I never ...
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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