I. For Frederick Travers hated ostentation. The machine that waited outside for him under the porte-cochère was sober black. It was the most expensive machine in the county, yet he did not care to flaunt its price or horse-power in a red flare across the landscape, which also was mostly his, from the sand dunes and the everlasting beat of the Pacific breakers, across the fat bottomlands and upland pastures, to the far summits clad with redwood forest and wreathed in fog and cloud. A rustle of skirts caused him to look over his shoulder. Just the faintest hint of irritation showed in his manner. Not that his daughter was the object, however. Whatever it was, it seemed to lie on the desk before him. "What is that outlandish name again?" she asked. "I know I shall never remember it. See, I've brought a pad to write it down." Her voice was low and cool, and she was a tall, well-formed, clear-skinned young woman.

Media	Boeken Paperback Book (Boek met zachte kaft en gelijmde rug)
Vrijgegeven	8 maart 2018
ISBN13	9781985384958
Uitgevers	Createspace Independent Publishing Platf
Pagina's	144
Afmetingen	152 × 229 × 8 mm · 199 g
Taal en grammatica	Engels

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