The Helmet of Navarre (Volume 2 of 2) (EasyRead Super Large 24pt Edition)

The Helmet of Navarre (Volume 2 of 2) (EasyRead Super Large 24pt Edition) PDF

Author: Bertha Runkle

Publisher: ReadHowYouWant.com

Published: 1901

Total Pages: 558

ISBN-13: 1427068208

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New National Theater, W.H. Rapley, manager, Wm. H. Fowler, treasurer. Charles Dalton in "The Helmet of Navarre," an adaptation of Bertha Runkle's novel of that name by Bertha Runkle and Lawrence Marston, direction of William Greet, produced under the stage direction of Lawrence Marston.

The Helmet of Navarre

The Helmet of Navarre PDF

Author: Bertha Runkle

Publisher: IndyPublish.com

Published: 2006-08-01

Total Pages: 356

ISBN-13: 9781428022805

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1901. Bertha Runkle is the author of the well-known bestseller, The Helmet of Navarre, an historical novel of swordplay and romantic adventure in old Paris. The hero of the book is a follower of Henry of Navarre in Paris, at the moment when the Huguenot king enters the city.

The Helmet of Navarre

The Helmet of Navarre PDF

Author: Runkle Bertha

Publisher: Hardpress Publishing

Published: 2016-06-22

Total Pages: 434

ISBN-13: 9781318804641

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Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made available for future generations to enjoy.

Helmet of Navarre

Helmet of Navarre PDF

Author: Bertha Runkle

Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform

Published: 2015-03-10

Total Pages: 246

ISBN-13: 9781507674734

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"[...] "Then I pray Navarre may come soon and end it." "Amen to that," said old Jacques, quite gravely. "If he comes a Catholic it cannot be too soon." I counted out my pennies with a last grumble. "They ought to call this the Rue Coupebourses." He laughed; he could afford to, with my silver jingling in his pouch. He embraced me tenderly at parting, and hoped to see me again at his inn. I smiled to myself; I had not come to Paris—I—to stay in the Rue Coupejarrets! III[...]".