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by Alick West

Free eBook One Man in His Time download ISBN: 0049200259
Author: Alick West
Publisher: Allen & Unwin; First Edition edition (September 1969)
Language: English
Pages: 192
Category: Biography and Memoir
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His heart felt swollen in his chest. Stone) 2. The girl was really, beautiful and much above the average intelligence and force. Footsore and downhearted, they were making their way back to Coolgardie doing a bit of prospecting. The idleness made him cranky. The prior's hearty, warm-cheeked face went dark at the mention of Savanarola's name.

The important times, the carefree times, the times I’d look back on as the times of my life. Turns out I was a single man in his pants, sitting in his flat. Only when I flicked through it did I realise there was nothing to forget. Or, rather, nothing worth remembering. It had happened to me once before, this strange sense of midtwenties crisis, but it had happened when I’d lacked direction. The man and I had raised our eyebrows at each other and smiled in a what’s the world coming to way, but other than that we didn’t say a word to each other. We’d simply started to walk up the stairs and out of the station, like the good, old-fashioned, obedient British citizens we were.

A man of middle age, of the name of Meeks, came from the West to New . They found the greater Juggins in his office. Two or three times a week a customer came in in whom she began to take an interest.

A man of middle age, of the name of Meeks, came from the West to New York to find his sister, Mrs. Mary Snyder, a widow, aged fifty-two, who had been living for a year in a tenement house in a crowded neighbourhood. At her address he was told that Mary Snyder had moved away longer than a month before. He was a small man with light hair, deeply absorbed in reading one of the bourgeois works of Nathaniel Hawthorne. The two great detectives of different schools shook hands with ceremony, and Meeks was introduced.

A man in his eighties should be well past the terrors of childhood, but as my infirmities slowly creep up on me, like waves licking closer and closer to some indifferently built castle of sand, that terrible face grows clearer and clearer in my mind’s eye. It glows like a dark star in the constellations o. . It glows like a dark star in the constellations of my childhood. What I might have done yesterday, who I might have seen here in my room at the nursing home, what I might have said to them or they to my-those things are gone, but the face of the man in the black suit grows ever clearer, ever closer, and I remember every word he said.