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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... sort. Plant and Baker and all the rest are, however, only to a limited extent fictitious characters. What they did and what they stood for is absolutely true. PART ONE I Late one fall afternoon, in the year AUTHOR'S NOTE.
... sort. Plant and Baker and all the rest are, however, only to a limited extent fictitious characters. What they did and what they stood for is absolutely true. PART ONE I Late one fall afternoon, in the year AUTHOR'S NOTE.
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... sort of notion the title is clouded.” “Why?” “Can't seem to remember; but I must have come against some record somewhere. Didn't pay extra much attention, because I wasn't interested in that piece. Something to do with fraudulent ...
... sort of notion the title is clouded.” “Why?” “Can't seem to remember; but I must have come against some record somewhere. Didn't pay extra much attention, because I wasn't interested in that piece. Something to do with fraudulent ...
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... sort of chap. But he was not a quitter, either. This was life. He tried conscientiously to do his best in it. Other men did; so could he. The winter moved on somnolently. He knew he was not making a success. Harvey was inscrutable ...
... sort of chap. But he was not a quitter, either. This was life. He tried conscientiously to do his best in it. Other men did; so could he. The winter moved on somnolently. He knew he was not making a success. Harvey was inscrutable ...
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... sort of man. So I guess we'll have to take you out of the office. Still, I promised Welton to give you a good tryout. Then, too, I'm not satisfied in my own mind. I can see you are trying. Either you're a damn fool or this college ...
... sort of man. So I guess we'll have to take you out of the office. Still, I promised Welton to give you a good tryout. Then, too, I'm not satisfied in my own mind. I can see you are trying. Either you're a damn fool or this college ...
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... sort of pullout to Oregon and California. I'm having a little trouble with them off and on.” “I'll bet on you to stay on top,” replied Fox easily. “I'll be over to see you pretty soon.” The man nodded to the bookkeeper with whom he had ...
... sort of pullout to Oregon and California. I'm having a little trouble with them off and on.” “I'll bet on you to stay on top,” replied Fox easily. “I'll be over to see you pretty soon.” The man nodded to the bookkeeper with whom he had ...
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