JillA novel in which a young man travels from his Midlands home to Oxford University, and finds himself out of his depth in its rarefied atmosphere. |
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the sound would become casually familiar to him in a very few days. In this inner
quadrangle silence was almost complete, only broken by the sound of a
gramophone playing distantly. He wondered who the Founder was and who Mr.
Warner ...
the sound would become casually familiar to him in a very few days. In this inner
quadrangle silence was almost complete, only broken by the sound of a
gramophone playing distantly. He wondered who the Founder was and who Mr.
Warner ...
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The room was quite silent apart from the flapping of the flame among the coals,
and as he tried to sit reading the quietness rang in his ears, making him grow
tense for the least sound. He fancied he could even hear the electric light burning
.
The room was quite silent apart from the flapping of the flame among the coals,
and as he tried to sit reading the quietness rang in his ears, making him grow
tense for the least sound. He fancied he could even hear the electric light burning
.
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When the servant called them at half-past seven the next morning, John had
already been awake for nearly two hours, lying listening to the squealing of
castors and the to-and-fro sound of the carpet-sweeper as the man cleaned the ...
When the servant called them at half-past seven the next morning, John had
already been awake for nearly two hours, lying listening to the squealing of
castors and the to-and-fro sound of the carpet-sweeper as the man cleaned the ...
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