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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... you'll sit quiet and not rock the boat. Climb aboard. It's getting late.” Welton threw aboard his dufflebag, and, with a dexterity marvellous in one apparently so unwieldy, stepped in astern. Orde grinned. “Haven't forgotten how to ride ...
... you'll sit quiet and not rock the boat. Climb aboard. It's getting late.” Welton threw aboard his dufflebag, and, with a dexterity marvellous in one apparently so unwieldy, stepped in astern. Orde grinned. “Haven't forgotten how to ride ...
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... you'll succeed. If you're not as good a man as your father, you may get on—well enough. But you've got to be some good on your own account. We'll see.” He raised his voice slightly. “Jim!” he called. One of the two bookkeepers appeared ...
... you'll succeed. If you're not as good a man as your father, you may get on—well enough. But you've got to be some good on your own account. We'll see.” He raised his voice slightly. “Jim!” he called. One of the two bookkeepers appeared ...
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... you'll go?” Bob was remembering certain trying afternoons on the field when as captain, and later as coach, he had told some very highspirited boys what he considered some wholesome truths. He was remembering the various ways in which ...
... you'll go?” Bob was remembering certain trying afternoons on the field when as captain, and later as coach, he had told some very highspirited boys what he considered some wholesome truths. He was remembering the various ways in which ...
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... You'll see more of him.” The speaker opened a gate in the picket railing and stepped inside. A long shelf desk, at which were high stools, backed up against the pickets; a big round stove occupied the centre; a safe crowded one corner ...
... You'll see more of him.” The speaker opened a gate in the picket railing and stepped inside. A long shelf desk, at which were high stools, backed up against the pickets; a big round stove occupied the centre; a safe crowded one corner ...
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... answer the correspondence in our province, to keep track of camp supplies, and to keep tab on shipments and the stock on hand and sawed each day. There's your desk. You'll find time blanks and everything there. The copying VIII.
... answer the correspondence in our province, to keep track of camp supplies, and to keep tab on shipments and the stock on hand and sawed each day. There's your desk. You'll find time blanks and everything there. The copying VIII.
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