Published by Beechhurst Pr., NY, 1947
Seller: THE OLD LIBRARY SHOP, Bethlehem, PA, U.S.A.
Hard Cover. Condition: good. 1st ed. ?. 304pp including index + 8pp glossy b/w ils; black cover with orange title band & lettering on spine; cover has wear to extrems, fading & small stains to back; a small ink scribble on title page; pp browning slightly; 3" tear top back endpage near spine. Hardcover.
Language: English
Published by G & D, New York, 1907
Seller: Bohemian Bookworm, Flemington, NJ, U.S.A.
Hardcover. Condition: Very Good. Early reprint, VG, f/o name on ffep, ill.
Published by Bobbs-Merrill, Indianapolis, 1907
Seller: M & M Books, ATHENS, GA, U.S.A.
Hardcover. Condition: Very Good. No Jacket. Wenzell, A. B. (illustrator). 1st. Previous owner's name FEP.
Language: English
Published by Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, 2015
ISBN 10: 1514889811 ISBN 13: 9781514889817
Seller: THE SAINT BOOKSTORE, Southport, United Kingdom
£ 16.37
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Add to basketPaperback / softback. Condition: New. This item is printed on demand. New copy - Usually dispatched within 5-9 working days.
Language: English
Published by Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, 2015
ISBN 10: 1514889811 ISBN 13: 9781514889817
Seller: CitiRetail, Stevenage, United Kingdom
Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. The dark was falling over the court-room. A lurid ray of the setting sun gleamed redly on the dust-streaked window panes, and struggled disconsolately with the melancholy gleam of the oil lamps that an awkward attendant with creaking foot-leather had laboriously lighted in their wall-brackets. Their pale radiance gleamed on the painted faces of dead jurists that looked down from fly-specked canvases on the walls and was reflected from the mass of moving, living faces that filled the room, whose eyes gazed alternately at the Judge's vacant seat, and at the empty railed space that had penned in the restless jury now considering their verdict in an upper room-to return again and again to the spot where sat the man over whose dingy case a medley of voices had declaimed and wrangled throughout that southern spring day. He sat slouched in his chair, his narrow, faded-blue eyes, strained and frightened, fixed on the empty jury-box, his uncertain hand lifting from time to time to give a swift, furtive touch to his collar or a thrust to his wiry, sand-coloured hair. In the pallid lamp-light the hard sneer that had curved his lips during the dragging trial had faded and his face seemed all at once piteous and younger. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.