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![Dolly's War: A Memoir from the Home Front (Dorothy Scannell's East End Memoirs) by Dorothy Scannell](https://558130.bdp32.group/rails/active_storage/representations/redirect/eyJfcmFpbHMiOnsibWVzc2FnZSI6IkJBaHBBelhSQ1E9PSIsImV4cCI6bnVsbCwicHVyIjoiYmxvYl9pZCJ9fQ==--341aac9d1fc32a6c521e27317af7746806a4a52d/eyJfcmFpbHMiOnsibWVzc2FnZSI6IkJBaDdCem9MWm05eWJXRjBTU0lJYW5CbkJqb0dSVlE2RkhKbGMybDZaVjkwYjE5c2FXMXBkRnNIYVFJc0FXa0M5QUU9IiwiZXhwIjpudWxsLCJwdXIiOiJ2YXJpYXRpb24ifX0=--038335c90cf75c275ae4d36968ac417dc4a0a3e3/Dolly's%20War-%20A%20Memoir%20from%20the%20Home%20Front%20(Dorothy%20Scannell's%20East%20End%20Memoirs).jpg)
176 pages • first pub 2016 (editions)
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On a narrow wooden armchair-bed was lying our hostess. Her nightdress was up round her neck. The organist, on his knees, in the nude, was deep in prayer, his face bent in reverence over his bride’s prostrate form.Ever so slowly the organist raised...
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![Dolly's War: A Memoir from the Home Front (Dorothy Scannell's East End Memoirs) by Dorothy Scannell](https://558130.bdp32.group/rails/active_storage/representations/redirect/eyJfcmFpbHMiOnsibWVzc2FnZSI6IkJBaHBBelhSQ1E9PSIsImV4cCI6bnVsbCwicHVyIjoiYmxvYl9pZCJ9fQ==--341aac9d1fc32a6c521e27317af7746806a4a52d/eyJfcmFpbHMiOnsibWVzc2FnZSI6IkJBaDdCem9MWm05eWJXRjBTU0lJYW5CbkJqb0dSVlE2RkhKbGMybDZaVjkwYjE5c2FXMXBkRnNIYVFJc0FXa0M5QUU9IiwiZXhwIjpudWxsLCJwdXIiOiJ2YXJpYXRpb24ifX0=--038335c90cf75c275ae4d36968ac417dc4a0a3e3/Dolly's%20War-%20A%20Memoir%20from%20the%20Home%20Front%20(Dorothy%20Scannell's%20East%20End%20Memoirs).jpg)
176 pages • first pub 2016 (editions)
ISBN/UID: None
Format: Not specified
Language: English
Publisher: Not specified
Publication date: Not specified
Description
On a narrow wooden armchair-bed was lying our hostess. Her nightdress was up round her neck. The organist, on his knees, in the nude, was deep in prayer, his face bent in reverence over his bride’s prostrate form.Ever so slowly the organist raised...