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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... matter of choice. Conversation was discouraged by the goodnatured fat woman, Mrs. Hallowell. Talk delayed; and when one had dishes to wash The “boss's table” was more leisurely. Bob was introduced to the sealers. They proved to be, with ...
... matter of choice. Conversation was discouraged by the goodnatured fat woman, Mrs. Hallowell. Talk delayed; and when one had dishes to wash The “boss's table” was more leisurely. Bob was introduced to the sealers. They proved to be, with ...
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... matter of figures. He made no mistakes, but in order to correlate, remember and transfer correctly he was forced to an utterly disproportionate intensity of application. To the tally board he brought more absolute concentration and ...
... matter of figures. He made no mistakes, but in order to correlate, remember and transfer correctly he was forced to an utterly disproportionate intensity of application. To the tally board he brought more absolute concentration and ...
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... matter?” “The matter is that I'm no good,” said Bob evenly, and without the slightest note of complaint. “Tell me about it,” suggested the big man soberly after a moment. “I'm pretty close to Fox. Perhaps.” “It isn't a case of pull ...
... matter?” “The matter is that I'm no good,” said Bob evenly, and without the slightest note of complaint. “Tell me about it,” suggested the big man soberly after a moment. “I'm pretty close to Fox. Perhaps.” “It isn't a case of pull ...
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... duffle. “What's the matter with it?” inquired Bob, a trifle uncertainly. “Oh, it's all right. Only wait till Roaring Dick sees it. I'd like to see his face.” “Look here, Tommy,” said Bob with decision, “this isn't fair. VIIIIXXXI XII.
... duffle. “What's the matter with it?” inquired Bob, a trifle uncertainly. “Oh, it's all right. Only wait till Roaring Dick sees it. I'd like to see his face.” “Look here, Tommy,” said Bob with decision, “this isn't fair. VIIIIXXXI XII.
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... matter of fact, by one of those very lucky accidents, that often attend a star in the ascendent, the sapling dove head on into a cavern in the jam above the clump of piles. The detonation of the twelve full sticks of giant powder was ...
... matter of fact, by one of those very lucky accidents, that often attend a star in the ascendent, the sapling dove head on into a cavern in the jam above the clump of piles. The detonation of the twelve full sticks of giant powder was ...
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