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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... followed as a sequence, the opening of doors, the murmur of voices, occasionally a shout. Over it sounded the sharp, halfpetulant advice of the coaches and the little trainer to the athletes. It was getting dusk. The campus was emptying ...
... followed as a sequence, the opening of doors, the murmur of voices, occasionally a shout. Over it sounded the sharp, halfpetulant advice of the coaches and the little trainer to the athletes. It was getting dusk. The campus was emptying ...
Strana
... followed him into the hall. “I'm mighty sorry, old man,” he whispered, furtively. “Did you get the G.B.?” “I'm going up to the mill office,” replied Bob. “Oh!” the other commiserated him. Then with an effort to see the best side, “Still ...
... followed him into the hall. “I'm mighty sorry, old man,” he whispered, furtively. “Did you get the G.B.?” “I'm going up to the mill office,” replied Bob. “Oh!” the other commiserated him. Then with an effort to see the best side, “Still ...
Strana
... followed his conductor in silence. After an interval they mounted short steps and entered the office. Here Bob found himself at once in a small entry railed off from the main room by a breasthigh line of pickets strong enough to resist ...
... followed his conductor in silence. After an interval they mounted short steps and entered the office. Here Bob found himself at once in a small entry railed off from the main room by a breasthigh line of pickets strong enough to resist ...
Strana
... followed a rapid exchange of which Bob could make little—talk of flood water, of “plugging” and “pulling,” of “winging out,” of “white water.” It made no sense, and yet somehow it thrilled him, as at times the mere roll of Greek names ...
... followed a rapid exchange of which Bob could make little—talk of flood water, of “plugging” and “pulling,” of “winging out,” of “white water.” It made no sense, and yet somehow it thrilled him, as at times the mere roll of Greek names ...
Strana
... followed. First it was dusky; then he saw the strip of bright yellow sunlight and the blue bay in the opening below the eaves; then he caught the glitter and whirr of the two huge saws, moving silently but with the deadly menace of ...
... followed. First it was dusky; then he saw the strip of bright yellow sunlight and the blue bay in the opening below the eaves; then he caught the glitter and whirr of the two huge saws, moving silently but with the deadly menace of ...
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