In the Wars of the Roses. E-book. Formato EPUB Evelyn Everett-Green   -  Publisher S11838, 2017  - 

In the Wars of the Roses: A Story for the Young written by English novelist Evelyn Everett-Green. This book is one of many works by her .Published in 1901. And now republish in ebook format. We believe this work is culturally important in its original archival form. While we strive to adequately clean and digitally enhance the original work, there are occasionally instances where imperfections such as blurred or missing pages, poor pictures or errant marks may have been introduced due to either the quality of the original work. Despite these occasional imperfections, we have brought it back into print as part of our ongoing global book preservation commitment, providing customers with access to the best possible historical reprints. We appreciate your understanding of these occasional imperfections, and sincerely hope you enjoy reading this book.

Squib and His Friends. E-book. Formato EPUB Evelyn Everett-Green   -  Evelyn Everett-Green, 2017  - 

Squib and His Friends written by Evelyn Everett-Green who was an English novelist. This book was published in 1897. And now republish in ebook format. We believe this work is culturally important in its original archival form. While we strive to adequately clean and digitally enhance the original work, there are occasionally instances where imperfections such as missing pages, poor pictures or errant marks may have been introduced due to either the quality of the original work. Despite these occasional imperfections, we have brought it back into print as part of our ongoing global book preservation commitment, providing customers with access to the best possible historical reprints. We appreciate your understanding of these occasional imperfections, and sincerely hope you enjoy reading this book.

A clerk of Oxford. E-book. Formato EPUB Evelyn Everett-Green   -  Evelyn Everett-Green, 2014  - 

'My son,' spoke a gentle voice from behind the low, moss-grown wall, 'we must not mourn and weep for those taken from us, as if we had no hope.' Face downwards upon the newly-made mound of earth lay a youth of some fifteen or sixteen summers. His slight frame was convulsed by the paroxysm of his grief; from time to time a strangled sob broke from his lips. The kindly-faced monk from the Priory hard by had been watching him for some time before he thus addressed him. Probably he now saw that the violence of the outburst was spent.