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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... stared straight ahead, and sucked at his little pipe. To him, apparently, the journey was merely something to be endured; and he relapsed into that patient absentmindedness developed among those who have to wait on forces that will not ...
... stared straight ahead, and sucked at his little pipe. To him, apparently, the journey was merely something to be endured; and he relapsed into that patient absentmindedness developed among those who have to wait on forces that will not ...
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... stared a moment longer. “All right,” he said at last. All the way across the bridge Tally argued with his companion. “We've got to have a foreman on the Cedar Branch, Dick,” he began, “and you're the fellow.” To this Darrell offered a ...
... stared a moment longer. “All right,” he said at last. All the way across the bridge Tally argued with his companion. “We've got to have a foreman on the Cedar Branch, Dick,” he began, “and you're the fellow.” To this Darrell offered a ...
Strana
... stared out at the river, lost in the gloomy thoughts his last speech had evoked. The stranger improved the opportunity to look the young man over critically from head to foot. “I see you're a college man,” said he, indicating Bob's ...
... stared out at the river, lost in the gloomy thoughts his last speech had evoked. The stranger improved the opportunity to look the young man over critically from head to foot. “I see you're a college man,” said he, indicating Bob's ...
Strana
... stared at him. “Is there anything funny?” he inquired at last. “Did you say on drive?” inquired Tommy feebly. “Certainly.” “With that?” Tommy pointed a wavering finger at the pile of duffle. “What's the matter with it?” inquired Bob, a ...
... stared at him. “Is there anything funny?” he inquired at last. “Did you say on drive?” inquired Tommy feebly. “Certainly.” “With that?” Tommy pointed a wavering finger at the pile of duffle. “What's the matter with it?” inquired Bob, a ...
Strana
... stare straight into the bloodshot eyes of Roaring Dick. The man was still drunk, but only with the lees of the debauch. He knew perfectly what he was about, but the bad whiskey still hummed through his head. Bob met the baleful glare ...
... stare straight into the bloodshot eyes of Roaring Dick. The man was still drunk, but only with the lees of the debauch. He knew perfectly what he was about, but the bad whiskey still hummed through his head. Bob met the baleful glare ...
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