Mr. Britling Sees it Through, Volumen1

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Macmillan, 1916 - 443 páginas
This historical novel is set during World War I. The title character, Mr. Britling, is an eccentric writer whose days in the summer of 1914 consist of luxurious house parties, international guests, and quick hops across the channel to visit his mistress. However, this changes as Germany marches into Belgium.

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