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The third of Mary Roberts Rinehart's classic "Tish" stories,
reprinted in facsimile.
The third of Mary Roberts Rinehart's classic "Tish" stories,
reprinted in facsimile.
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Tish
Mary Roberts Rinehart
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R923
Discovery Miles 9 230
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K (Hardcover)
Mary Roberts Rinehart
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R885
Discovery Miles 8 850
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Love Stories (Hardcover)
Mary Roberts Rinehart; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R634
Discovery Miles 6 340
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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support
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at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - The Probationer's name was really
Nella Jane Brown, but she was entered in the training school as N.
Jane Brown. However, she meant when she was accepted to be plain
Jane Brown. Not, of course, that she could ever be really plain.
People on the outside of hospitals have a curious theory about
nurses, especially if they are under twenty. They believe that they
have been disappointed in love. They never think that they may
intend to study medicine later on, or that they may think nursing
is a good and honourable career, or that they may really like to
care for the sick.
When it was all over Mr. Sam came out to the spring-house to say
good-by to me before he and Mrs. Sam left. I hated to see him go,
after all we had been through together, and I suppose he saw it in
my face, for he came over close and stood looking down at me, and
smiling. "You saved us, Minnie," he said, "and I needn't tell you
we're grateful; but do you know what I think?" he asked, pointing
his long forefinger at me. "I think you've enjoyed it even when you
were suffering most. Red-haired women are born to intrigue, as the
sparks fly upward."
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The Bat (Hardcover)
Mary Roberts Rinehart; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R633
Discovery Miles 6 330
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You've got to get him, boys - get him or bust said a tired police
chief, pounding a heavy fist on a table. The detectives he bellowed
the words at looked at the floor. They had done their best and
failed. Failure meant "resignation" for the police chief, return to
the hated work of pounding the pavements for them - they knew it,
and, knowing it, could summon no gesture of bravado to answer their
chief's. Gunmen, thugs, hi-jackers, loft-robbers, murderers, they
could get them all in time - but they could not get the man he
wanted. "Get him - to hell with expense - I'll give you carte
blanche - but get him " said a haggard millionaire in the sedate
inner offices of the best private detective firm in the country.
The man on the other side of the desk, man hunter extraordinary,
old servant of Government and State, sleuthhound without a peer,
threw up his hands in a gesture of odd hopelessness. "It isn't the
money, Mr. De Courcy - I'd give every cent I've made to get the man
you want - but I can't promise you results - for the first time in
my life." The conversation was ended.
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