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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... One of the two bookkeepers appeared in the doorway. “This is young Mr. Orde,” Fox told him. “You knew his father at Monrovia and Redding.” The bookkeeper examined Bob dispassionately. “Harvey is our head man here,” went on Fox. “He'll.
... One of the two bookkeepers appeared in the doorway. “This is young Mr. Orde,” Fox told him. “You knew his father at Monrovia and Redding.” The bookkeeper examined Bob dispassionately. “Harvey is our head man here,” went on Fox. “He'll.
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... told some very highspirited boys what he considered some wholesome truths. He was remembering the various ways in which they had taken his remarks. “Yes, sir,” he replied. “Well, you can go home now and pack up,” said Fox. “Jim!” he ...
... told some very highspirited boys what he considered some wholesome truths. He was remembering the various ways in which they had taken his remarks. “Yes, sir,” he replied. “Well, you can go home now and pack up,” said Fox. “Jim!” he ...
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... told him, “but the Cedar Branch hasn't got to the river yet. What in blazes did you want to buy that little strip this late in the day for?” “Had to take it—on a deal,” said Fox briefly. “Why? Is it hard driving? I've never been up ...
... told him, “but the Cedar Branch hasn't got to the river yet. What in blazes did you want to buy that little strip this late in the day for?” “Had to take it—on a deal,” said Fox briefly. “Why? Is it hard driving? I've never been up ...
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... told him to get off the squad,” he said to himself, a little bitterly. He thought a moment. “I guess I'm tired. I must buck up. If Collins and Archie can do it, I can. It's all in the game. Of course, it takes time and training. Get in ...
... told him to get off the squad,” he said to himself, a little bitterly. He thought a moment. “I guess I'm tired. I must buck up. If Collins and Archie can do it, I can. It's all in the game. Of course, it takes time and training. Get in ...
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... told himself half humorously. “I'm a regular icewagon.” He now came to look back on his college triumphs with an exaggerated but wholesome reaction. His athletic prowess had given him great prominence in college circles. Girls had been ...
... told himself half humorously. “I'm a regular icewagon.” He now came to look back on his college triumphs with an exaggerated but wholesome reaction. His athletic prowess had given him great prominence in college circles. Girls had been ...
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