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Highacres
Jane Abbott
Highacres
Jane Abbott
If John Westley had not deliberately run away from his guide that August morning and lost himself on Kettle Mountain, he would never have found the Wishing-rock, nor the Witches' Glade, nor Miss Jerauld Travis. Even a man whose hair has begun to grow a little gray over his ears can have moments of wildest rebellion against authority. John Westley had had such; he had wakened very early that morning, had watched the sun slant warmly across his very pleasant room at the Wayside Hotel and had fiercely hated the doctor, back in the city, who had printed on a slip of office paper definite rules for him, John Westley, aged thirty-five, to follow; hated the milk and eggs that he knew awaited him in the dining-room and hated, more than anything else, the smiling guide who had been spending the evening before, just as he had spent every evening, thinking out nice easy climbs that wouldn't tire a fellow who was recuperating from a very long siege of typhoid fever!
Médias | Livres Paperback Book (Livre avec couverture souple et dos collé) |
Validé | 16 octobre 2015 |
ISBN13 | 9781517639105 |
Éditeurs | Createspace Independent Publishing Platf |
Pages | 110 |
Dimensions | 152 × 229 × 6 mm · 158 g |
Langue et grammaire | English |
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