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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... eye as the handiwork of man. The windowless structure was bleak, deserted and obviously locked by a strong padlock and ... eyes, set far apart. Irongray hair, with a tendency to curl upward at the ends, escaped from under his hat. His ...
... eye as the handiwork of man. The windowless structure was bleak, deserted and obviously locked by a strong padlock and ... eyes, set far apart. Irongray hair, with a tendency to curl upward at the ends, escaped from under his hat. His ...
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... eyes. Could this be the heart and centre of those vast and farreaching activities he had heard so much about? After a moment the man in the revolving chair looked up shrewdly over his paper. Bob felt himself the object of an instant's ...
... eyes. Could this be the heart and centre of those vast and farreaching activities he had heard so much about? After a moment the man in the revolving chair looked up shrewdly over his paper. Bob felt himself the object of an instant's ...
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... eyes, a scrutiny instantaneous, but which seemed to penetrate his very flesh to the soul of him. He experienced a ... eye glazing in the abstraction of some inner calculation, his long, nervous fingers reaching unconsciously toward the ...
... eyes, a scrutiny instantaneous, but which seemed to penetrate his very flesh to the soul of him. He experienced a ... eye glazing in the abstraction of some inner calculation, his long, nervous fingers reaching unconsciously toward the ...
Strana
... eyes twinkled, and fine wrinkles at their corners helped the twinkles. His long figure was so heavily clothed as to be concealed from any surmise, except that it was gaunt and wiry. Hands gnarled, twisted, veined, brown, seemed less ...
... eyes twinkled, and fine wrinkles at their corners helped the twinkles. His long figure was so heavily clothed as to be concealed from any surmise, except that it was gaunt and wiry. Hands gnarled, twisted, veined, brown, seemed less ...
Strana
... eye could see, were other logs awaiting their turn. And beyond them the forest trees, straight and tall and green ... eyes were becoming accustomed to the gloom. He made out pulleys, belts, machinery, men. While he watched a black ...
... eye could see, were other logs awaiting their turn. And beyond them the forest trees, straight and tall and green ... eyes were becoming accustomed to the gloom. He made out pulleys, belts, machinery, men. While he watched a black ...
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