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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... dropped his bag heavily, and looked about him with an air of comical dismay. The man was probably close to sixty years of age, but florid and vigorous. His body was heavy and round; but so were his arms and legs. An otherwise absolutely ...
... dropped his bag heavily, and looked about him with an air of comical dismay. The man was probably close to sixty years of age, but florid and vigorous. His body was heavy and round; but so were his arms and legs. An otherwise absolutely ...
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... dropping. “I didn't know that!” “Neither does anybody else. I bought it twenty years ago, under a corporation name. I was the whole corporation. Called myself the Wolverine Company.” “You own the Wolverine property, do you?” “Yes; ever ...
... dropping. “I didn't know that!” “Neither does anybody else. I bought it twenty years ago, under a corporation name. I was the whole corporation. Called myself the Wolverine Company.” “You own the Wolverine property, do you?” “Yes; ever ...
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... dropped his oars across his lap to fill and light a pipe. “That title was deliberately clouded by an enemy to prevent my raising money at the time of the Big Jam, when I was pinched,” said he. “Frank Taylor straightened it out for me ...
... dropped his oars across his lap to fill and light a pipe. “That title was deliberately clouded by an enemy to prevent my raising money at the time of the Big Jam, when I was pinched,” said he. “Frank Taylor straightened it out for me ...
Strana
... instead of taking them directly to Bob for correction, as had been his habit, he laid them before Fox. The latter picked them up and examined them. In a moment he dropped them on his desk. “Do you mean to tell me,” he demanded of Harvey,
... instead of taking them directly to Bob for correction, as had been his habit, he laid them before Fox. The latter picked them up and examined them. In a moment he dropped them on his desk. “Do you mean to tell me,” he demanded of Harvey,
Strana
... dropped on the rollers. And when the car had flown back to its starting point the “nigger” rose from obscurity to turn the log half way around. They picked their way gingerly on. Bob looked back. Against the light the two graceful ...
... dropped on the rollers. And when the car had flown back to its starting point the “nigger” rose from obscurity to turn the log half way around. They picked their way gingerly on. Bob looked back. Against the light the two graceful ...
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