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The Third Warning: A Mystery Story for Girls (Paperback) (2014)
EN PB NW RPISBN: 9781502491947 bzw. 150249194X, in Englisch, Createspace, United States, Taschenbuch, neu, Nachdruck.
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Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. Flaming Island: Look, Dave. See those strange clouds? Florence Huyler shaded her eyes to look away toward the horizon. Her face wore an expression of bewildered curiosity. Yes, I see them. They are queer! young Captain Davie, as everyone called him, replied as he wrinkled his brow. After giving the wheel of his motor-driven craft a turn, he studied those clouds. Scurrying along the horizon, he murmured, they roll quite a bit, don t they? Yes, and such a peculiar shade of yellow, Florence added. Oh well, clouds are different up here on Lake Superior. Nothing to worry about, I guess, said Dave, as once again he gave his attention to the wheel. As for Florence, at the moment she had nothing to do but think. And such bitter-sweet thoughts as they were! She was cruising on Lake Superior. That was grand! She had always loved the water. What was still more magnificent, she was landing twice a week on the shores of that place of great enchantment-Isle Royale. Once, you will recall from reading The Phantom Violin, Florence with two companions had made her summer home on a huge wrecked ship off the rocky shores of this very island. What a summer that had been! Adventure? Plenty of it. The ship had at last been completely destroyed during a storm. They had barely escaped with their lives. The girl shuddered a little even now at the thought of it. Florence was large, strong, fearless. A marvelous swimmer and a grand athlete, she had little to fear on land or water. And yet, as her eyes swept the deck of the Wanderer, the sixty-foot motor-boat on which she rode, a troubled look came into her fine blue eyes. Nor were those low, circling clouds the cause of her worry. She and her cousin Dave, quite as courageous and venturesome as she, had embarked upon an enterprise that promised to be a failure. Grandfather will lose his money. He can t afford to lose, and it s not all our fault, she told herself a little bitterly. But now her thoughts were broken by a short, stout, bronze-faced man, an Indian who appeared at the cabin door. Look, John! she pointed, speaking to the Indian. Look at those strange clouds! Huh! he grunted. Smoke! Sm-smoke! the girl stared. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, from Canada! Forest fires. I ve heard-.
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Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. Flaming Island: Look, Dave. See those strange clouds? Florence Huyler shaded her eyes to look away toward the horizon. Her face wore an expression of bewildered curiosity. Yes, I see them. They are queer! young Captain Davie, as everyone called him, replied as he wrinkled his brow. After giving the wheel of his motor-driven craft a turn, he studied those clouds. Scurrying along the horizon, he murmured, they roll quite a bit, don t they? Yes, and such a peculiar shade of yellow, Florence added. Oh well, clouds are different up here on Lake Superior. Nothing to worry about, I guess, said Dave, as once again he gave his attention to the wheel. As for Florence, at the moment she had nothing to do but think. And such bitter-sweet thoughts as they were! She was cruising on Lake Superior. That was grand! She had always loved the water. What was still more magnificent, she was landing twice a week on the shores of that place of great enchantment-Isle Royale. Once, you will recall from reading The Phantom Violin, Florence with two companions had made her summer home on a huge wrecked ship off the rocky shores of this very island. What a summer that had been! Adventure? Plenty of it. The ship had at last been completely destroyed during a storm. They had barely escaped with their lives. The girl shuddered a little even now at the thought of it. Florence was large, strong, fearless. A marvelous swimmer and a grand athlete, she had little to fear on land or water. And yet, as her eyes swept the deck of the Wanderer, the sixty-foot motor-boat on which she rode, a troubled look came into her fine blue eyes. Nor were those low, circling clouds the cause of her worry. She and her cousin Dave, quite as courageous and venturesome as she, had embarked upon an enterprise that promised to be a failure. Grandfather will lose his money. He can t afford to lose, and it s not all our fault, she told herself a little bitterly. But now her thoughts were broken by a short, stout, bronze-faced man, an Indian who appeared at the cabin door. Look, John! she pointed, speaking to the Indian. Look at those strange clouds! Huh! he grunted. Smoke! Sm-smoke! the girl stared. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, from Canada! Forest fires. I ve heard-.
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The Third Warning A Mystery Story for Girls
EN PB NW RPISBN: 9781502491947 bzw. 150249194X, in Englisch, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, Taschenbuch, neu, Nachdruck.
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This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 244 pages. Dimensions: 8.0in. x 5.0in. x 0.6in.Flaming Island: Look, Dave. See those strange clouds Florence Huyler shaded her eyes to look away toward the horizon. Her face wore an expression of bewildered curiosity. Yes, I see them. They are queer! young Captain Davie, as everyone called him, replied as he wrinkled his brow. After giving the wheel of his motor-driven craft a turn, he studied those clouds. Scurrying along the horizon, he murmured, they roll quite a bit, dont they Yes, and such a peculiar shade of yellow, Florence added. Oh well, clouds are different up here on Lake Superior. Nothing to worry about, I guess, said Dave, as once again he gave his attention to the wheel. As for Florence, at the moment she had nothing to do but think. And such bitter-sweet thoughts as they were! She was cruising on Lake Superior. That was grand! She had always loved the water. What was still more magnificent, she was landing twice a week on the shores of that place of great enchantmentIsle Royale. Once, you will recall from reading The Phantom Violin, Florence with two companions had made her summer home on a huge wrecked ship off the rocky shores of this very island. What a summer that had been! Adventure Plenty of it. The ship had at last been completely destroyed during a storm. They had barely escaped with their lives. The girl shuddered a little even now at the thought of it. Florence was large, strong, fearless. A marvelous swimmer and a grand athlete, she had little to fear on land or water. And yet, as her eyes swept the deck of the Wanderer, the sixty-foot motor-boat on which she rode, a troubled look came into her fine blue eyes. Nor were those low, circling clouds the cause of her worry. She and her cousin Dave, quite as courageous and venturesome as she, had embarked upon an enterprise that promised to be a failure. Grandfather will lose his money. He cant afford to lose, and its not all our fault, she told herself a little bitterly. But now her thoughts were broken by a short, stout, bronze-faced man, an Indian who appeared at the cabin door. Look, John! she pointed, speaking to the Indian. Look at those strange clouds! Huh! he grunted. Smoke! Sm-smoke! the girl stared. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, from Canada! Forest fires. Ive heard This item ships from La Vergne,TN.
This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 244 pages. Dimensions: 8.0in. x 5.0in. x 0.6in.Flaming Island: Look, Dave. See those strange clouds Florence Huyler shaded her eyes to look away toward the horizon. Her face wore an expression of bewildered curiosity. Yes, I see them. They are queer! young Captain Davie, as everyone called him, replied as he wrinkled his brow. After giving the wheel of his motor-driven craft a turn, he studied those clouds. Scurrying along the horizon, he murmured, they roll quite a bit, dont they Yes, and such a peculiar shade of yellow, Florence added. Oh well, clouds are different up here on Lake Superior. Nothing to worry about, I guess, said Dave, as once again he gave his attention to the wheel. As for Florence, at the moment she had nothing to do but think. And such bitter-sweet thoughts as they were! She was cruising on Lake Superior. That was grand! She had always loved the water. What was still more magnificent, she was landing twice a week on the shores of that place of great enchantmentIsle Royale. Once, you will recall from reading The Phantom Violin, Florence with two companions had made her summer home on a huge wrecked ship off the rocky shores of this very island. What a summer that had been! Adventure Plenty of it. The ship had at last been completely destroyed during a storm. They had barely escaped with their lives. The girl shuddered a little even now at the thought of it. Florence was large, strong, fearless. A marvelous swimmer and a grand athlete, she had little to fear on land or water. And yet, as her eyes swept the deck of the Wanderer, the sixty-foot motor-boat on which she rode, a troubled look came into her fine blue eyes. Nor were those low, circling clouds the cause of her worry. She and her cousin Dave, quite as courageous and venturesome as she, had embarked upon an enterprise that promised to be a failure. Grandfather will lose his money. He cant afford to lose, and its not all our fault, she told herself a little bitterly. But now her thoughts were broken by a short, stout, bronze-faced man, an Indian who appeared at the cabin door. Look, John! she pointed, speaking to the Indian. Look at those strange clouds! Huh! he grunted. Smoke! Sm-smoke! the girl stared. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, from Canada! Forest fires. Ive heard This item ships from La Vergne,TN.
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Flaming Island:“Look, Dave. See those strange clouds?ö Florence Huyler shaded her eyes to look away toward the horizon. Her face wore an expression of bewildered curiosity.“Yes, I see them. They are queer!ö young “Captain Davie,ö as everyone called him, replied as he wrinkled his brow. After giving the wheel of his motor-driven craft a turn, he studied those clouds. “Scurrying along the horizon,ö he murmured, “they roll quite a bit, don´t they?ö?Yes, and such a peculiar shade of yellow,ö Florenc... Flaming Island:“Look, Dave. See those strange clouds?ö Florence Huyler shaded her eyes to look away toward the horizon. Her face wore an expression of bewildered curiosity.“Yes, I see them. They are queer!ö young “Captain Davie,ö as everyone called him, replied as he wrinkled his brow. After giving the wheel of his motor-driven craft a turn, he studied those clouds. “Scurrying along the horizon,ö he murmured, “they roll quite a bit, don´t they?ö?Yes, and such a peculiar shade of yellow,ö Florence added. “Oh well, clouds are different up here on Lake Superior.ö?Nothing to worry about, I guess,ö said Dave, as once again he gave his attention to the wheel.As for Florence, at the moment she had nothing to do but think. And such bitter-sweet thoughts as they were! She was cruising on Lake Superior. That was grand! She had always loved the water. What was still more magnificent, she was landing twice a week on the shores of that place of great enchantment—Isle Royale.Once, you will recall from reading The Phantom Violin, Florence with two companions had made her summer home on a huge wrecked ship off the rocky shores of this very island. What a summer that had been! Adventure? Plenty of it. The ship had at last been completely destroyed during a storm. They had barely escaped with their lives. The girl shuddered a little even now at the thought of it.Florence was large, strong, fearless. A marvelous swimmer and a grand athlete, she had little to fear on land or water. And yet, as her eyes swept the deck of the Wanderer, the sixty-foot motor-boat on which she rode, a troubled look came into her fine blue eyes. Nor were those low, circling clouds the cause of her worry. She and her cousin Dave, quite as courageous and venturesome as she, had embarked upon an enterprise that promised to be a failure.“Grandfather will lose his money. He can´t afford to lose, and it´s not all our fault,ö she told herself a little bitterly. But now her thoughts were broken by a short, stout, bronze-faced man, an Indian who appeared at the cabin door.“Look, John!ö she pointed, speaking to the Indian. “Look at those strange clouds!ö?Huh!ö he grunted. “Smoke!ö?Sm-smoke!ö the girl stared. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, from Canada! Forest fires. I´ve heard—öTaal: Engels;Afmetingen: 14x203x127 mm;Gewicht: 272,00 gram;Verschijningsdatum: september 2014;ISBN10: 150249194X;ISBN13: 9781502491947; Engelstalig | Paperback | 2014.
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Flaming Island:“Look, Dave. See those strange clouds?ö Florence Huyler shaded her eyes to look away toward the horizon. Her face wore an expression of bewildered curiosity.“Yes, I see them. They are queer!ö young “Captain Davie,ö as everyone called him, replied as he wrinkled his brow. After giving the wheel of his motor-driven craft a turn, he studied those clouds. “Scurrying along the horizon,ö he murmured, “they roll quite a bit, don´t they?ö?Yes, and such a peculiar shade of yellow,ö Florenc... Flaming Island:“Look, Dave. See those strange clouds?ö Florence Huyler shaded her eyes to look away toward the horizon. Her face wore an expression of bewildered curiosity.“Yes, I see them. They are queer!ö young “Captain Davie,ö as everyone called him, replied as he wrinkled his brow. After giving the wheel of his motor-driven craft a turn, he studied those clouds. “Scurrying along the horizon,ö he murmured, “they roll quite a bit, don´t they?ö?Yes, and such a peculiar shade of yellow,ö Florence added. “Oh well, clouds are different up here on Lake Superior.ö?Nothing to worry about, I guess,ö said Dave, as once again he gave his attention to the wheel.As for Florence, at the moment she had nothing to do but think. And such bitter-sweet thoughts as they were! She was cruising on Lake Superior. That was grand! She had always loved the water. What was still more magnificent, she was landing twice a week on the shores of that place of great enchantment—Isle Royale.Once, you will recall from reading The Phantom Violin, Florence with two companions had made her summer home on a huge wrecked ship off the rocky shores of this very island. What a summer that had been! Adventure? Plenty of it. The ship had at last been completely destroyed during a storm. They had barely escaped with their lives. The girl shuddered a little even now at the thought of it.Florence was large, strong, fearless. A marvelous swimmer and a grand athlete, she had little to fear on land or water. And yet, as her eyes swept the deck of the Wanderer, the sixty-foot motor-boat on which she rode, a troubled look came into her fine blue eyes. Nor were those low, circling clouds the cause of her worry. She and her cousin Dave, quite as courageous and venturesome as she, had embarked upon an enterprise that promised to be a failure.“Grandfather will lose his money. He can´t afford to lose, and it´s not all our fault,ö she told herself a little bitterly. But now her thoughts were broken by a short, stout, bronze-faced man, an Indian who appeared at the cabin door.“Look, John!ö she pointed, speaking to the Indian. “Look at those strange clouds!ö?Huh!ö he grunted. “Smoke!ö?Sm-smoke!ö the girl stared. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, from Canada! Forest fires. I´ve heard—öTaal: Engels;Afmetingen: 14x203x127 mm;Gewicht: 272,00 gram;Verschijningsdatum: september 2014;ISBN10: 150249194X;ISBN13: 9781502491947; Engelstalig | Paperback | 2014.
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The Third Warning: "A Mystery Story for Girls" (2014)
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