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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... laughed quietly. “Yes, you are!” said he. “You'd have a high old time for a calendar month. Then you'd get uneasy. You'd build you a big house, which would keep you mad for six months more. Then you'd degenerate to buying subscription ...
... laughed quietly. “Yes, you are!” said he. “You'd have a high old time for a calendar month. Then you'd get uneasy. You'd build you a big house, which would keep you mad for six months more. Then you'd degenerate to buying subscription ...
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... blundering, stupid, Newfoundlanddog boy.” He had laughed goodhumouredly, and had forgotten. Now he caught at one word of it. That might explain it; he was just plain stupid! And stupid boys either played polo or drove fancy horses or ran.
... blundering, stupid, Newfoundlanddog boy.” He had laughed goodhumouredly, and had forgotten. Now he caught at one word of it. That might explain it; he was just plain stupid! And stupid boys either played polo or drove fancy horses or ran.
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... laughed and felt a trifle better. He reviewed himself dispassionately. He could not but admit that he had tried hard enough, and that he had courage. It was just a case of limitation. Bob, for the first time, bumped against the stone ...
... laughed and felt a trifle better. He reviewed himself dispassionately. He could not but admit that he had tried hard enough, and that he had courage. It was just a case of limitation. Bob, for the first time, bumped against the stone ...
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... Not that either,” said he. “You aren't in the company's employ?” persisted the stranger with an undercurrent of huge delight in his tone, as though he were playing a game that he enjoyed. Bob threw back his head and laughed. It was a.
... Not that either,” said he. “You aren't in the company's employ?” persisted the stranger with an undercurrent of huge delight in his tone, as though he were playing a game that he enjoyed. Bob threw back his head and laughed. It was a.
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Stewart Edward White. Bob threw back his head and laughed. It was a short laugh and a bitter one. “No,” said he shortly, “—not now. I've just been fired.” The big man promptly dropped down beside him on the log. “Don't say!” he cried ...
Stewart Edward White. Bob threw back his head and laughed. It was a short laugh and a bitter one. “No,” said he shortly, “—not now. I've just been fired.” The big man promptly dropped down beside him on the log. “Don't say!” he cried ...
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