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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... seemed thus to be wasted. He did not know that big deals were decided in apparently casual references to business. Other lists varied the monotony. After he had finished the tax lists he had to copy over every description a second time ...
... seemed thus to be wasted. He did not know that big deals were decided in apparently casual references to business. Other lists varied the monotony. After he had finished the tax lists he had to copy over every description a second time ...
Strana
... seemed to be dying of the sleeping sickness. Nothing ever happened. They filed their interminable statistics, and consulted their interminable books, and marked squares off their interminable maps, and droned along their monotonous ...
... seemed to be dying of the sleeping sickness. Nothing ever happened. They filed their interminable statistics, and consulted their interminable books, and marked squares off their interminable maps, and droned along their monotonous ...
Strana
... seemed strangely inadequate to their mass, so that they appeared in an occult manner to maintain their elevation by some buoyancy of their own, some quality that sustained them not only in their distance above the earth but in a curious ...
... seemed strangely inadequate to their mass, so that they appeared in an occult manner to maintain their elevation by some buoyancy of their own, some quality that sustained them not only in their distance above the earth but in a curious ...
Strana
... seemed to penetrate his very flesh to the soul of him. He experienced a distinct physical shock as at the encountering of an elemental force. He came to himself to hear Fox saying: “That's Johnny Mason, our mill foreman. He has charge ...
... seemed to penetrate his very flesh to the soul of him. He experienced a distinct physical shock as at the encountering of an elemental force. He came to himself to hear Fox saying: “That's Johnny Mason, our mill foreman. He has charge ...
Strana
... seemed less like flesh than like some skilful Japanese carving. On his head he wore a visored cap with an extraordinary high crown; on his back a rather dingy coat cut from a Mackinaw blanket; on his legs trousers that had been “stagged ...
... seemed less like flesh than like some skilful Japanese carving. On his head he wore a visored cap with an extraordinary high crown; on his back a rather dingy coat cut from a Mackinaw blanket; on his legs trousers that had been “stagged ...
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