Rachel Rosing

Spring, Howard

ISBN 10: 0002217031 / ISBN 13: 9780002217033

Published by HarperCollins Publishers Ltd, 1967

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Bibliographic Details

• Title: Rachel Rosing
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Ltd
• Publication Date: 1967
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0002217031
• ISBN 13: 9780002217033
• Binding: hardcover
• Condition: Good

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Synopsis

"She will not play Iris," said Rachel. "I shall play her." "For God's sake!" said Hansford superstitiously. "Don't tempt the Fates!" He looked at her sitting there, white and imperturbable. A shiver went over him, as though a breath from a cold purposeful iceberg had stirred through the room. "Be humble," he said. Rachel, who laughed rarely, laughed. He did not like the sound of it. It was like ice tinkling to pieces.