Roger Sands had steel-gray eyes, a straight black line of brows drawn low and nearly meeting above them, thick black hair lightly powdered with silver at the temples, and a clean-shaven, aggressive chin. He had the air of being hard as nails. Most people, including women, thought him hard as nails. He thought it of himself, and gloried in his armour, never more than on a certain September day, when resting in the Santa Fe Limited, tearing back to New York after a giant’s tussle in California. But – it was hot weather, and he had left the stateroom door open. Everything that followed came – from this.
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Idioma Inglés ● Formato EPUB ● Páginas 334 ● ISBN 9782819902416 ● Editorial Pub One Info ● Publicado 2010 ● Descargable 6 veces ● Divisa EUR ● ID 2435096 ● Protección de copia Adobe DRM
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