The Rules of the GameRead Books Ltd, 18. 2. 2015 - Počet stran: 878 This vintage book contains Stewart Edward White’s 1910 novel, “The Rules of the Game”. A gripping drama that revolves around the corruption in the early Forest Service of Southern California, “The Rules of the Game” will appeal to those with an interest in the historical development of Californian environmental systems. It is not to be missed by fans of White’s work. Stewart Edward White (1873–1946) was an American novelist and spiritualist. Other notable works by this author include: “The Long Rifle” (1930), “Folded Hills” (1932), and “Ranchero” (1933). Many vintage texts such as this are becoming increasingly rare and expensive, and it is with this in mind that we are republishing this volume now, in an affordable, modern, high-quality edition. It comes complete with a specially commissioned new biography of the author. |
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... Bob stood for a moment, then took a seat by the window, where he could look out over the smoky city and catch a ... asked. “What?” Bob inquired. “Verify it, check it over, compare it,” snapped Harvey, impatiently. Bob took the list, and ...
... Bob stood for a moment, then took a seat by the window, where he could look out over the smoky city and catch a ... asked. “What?” Bob inquired. “Verify it, check it over, compare it,” snapped Harvey, impatiently. Bob took the list, and ...
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... asked Bob. “A jam!” explained Mason. He ducked his head below his shoulders and disappeared beneath the eaves of the mill. Bob followed. First it was dusky; then he saw the strip of bright yellow sunlight and the blue bay in the opening ...
... asked Bob. “A jam!” explained Mason. He ducked his head below his shoulders and disappeared beneath the eaves of the mill. Bob followed. First it was dusky; then he saw the strip of bright yellow sunlight and the blue bay in the opening ...
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... asked Bob. “Across the river.” They walked together down a side street to a long wooden bridge. This rested on wooden piers shaped upstream like the prow of a ram in order to withstand the battering of the logs. It was a very long ...
... asked Bob. “Across the river.” They walked together down a side street to a long wooden bridge. This rested on wooden piers shaped upstream like the prow of a ram in order to withstand the battering of the logs. It was a very long ...
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... Bob took his seat, nodding to the men. A slightly grumpy silence reigned. Collins and Fox had not yet appeared. Bob ... asked Bob a trifle curiously. “You don't need to do that. We eat with Mrs. Hallowell at seven.” At eight o'clock the ...
... Bob took his seat, nodding to the men. A slightly grumpy silence reigned. Collins and Fox had not yet appeared. Bob ... asked Bob a trifle curiously. “You don't need to do that. We eat with Mrs. Hallowell at seven.” At eight o'clock the ...
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... Bob flushed at the word. “I guess you'd better take your time,” went on Collins. “You may be all right, for all I ... asked. Collins came out of the abstraction into which he had fallen. “Oh—yes,” he said. “Sorry, but of course we can't take ...
... Bob flushed at the word. “I guess you'd better take your time,” went on Collins. “You may be all right, for all I ... asked. Collins came out of the abstraction into which he had fallen. “Oh—yes,” he said. “Sorry, but of course we can't take ...
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