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7180990Red Nailshttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/red-nails-9781219412571/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6721933/image.jpg?v=6387007650559700001919MXNPrabhat PrakashanInStock/Ebooks/<p>They were not inviting. Giant trees hemmed in the small pool where her horse had just drunk. Clumps of undergrowth limited the vision that quested under the somber twilight of the lofty arches formed by intertwining branches. The woman shivered with a twitch of her magnificent shoulders, and then cursed.She was tall, full-bosomed and large-limbed, with compact shoulders. Her whole figure reflected an unusual strength, without detracting from the femininity of her appearance. She was all woman, in spite of her bearing and her garments. The latter were incongruous, in view of her present environs. Instead of a skirt she wore short, wide-legged silk breeches, which ceased a hands breadth short of her knees, and were upheld by a wide silken sash worn as a girdle. Flaring-topped boots of soft leather came almost to her knees, and a low-necked, wide-collared, wide-sleeved silk shirt completed her costume. On one shapely hip she wore a straight double-edged sword, and on the other a long dirk. Her unruly golden hair, cut square at her shoulders, was confined by a band of crimson satin.</p>...6836144Red Nails1919https://www.gandhi.com.mx/red-nails-9781219412571/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/6721933/image.jpg?v=638700765055970000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20099781219412571_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_<p>They were not inviting. Giant trees hemmed in the small pool where her horse had just drunk. Clumps of undergrowth limited the vision that quested under the somber twilight of the lofty arches formed by intertwining branches. The woman shivered with a twitch of her magnificent shoulders, and then cursed.She was tall, full-bosomed and large-limbed, with compact shoulders. Her whole figure reflected an unusual strength, without detracting from the femininity of her appearance. She was all woman, in spite of her bearing and her garments. The latter were incongruous, in view of her present environs. Instead of a skirt she wore short, wide-legged silk breeches, which ceased a hands breadth short of her knees, and were upheld by a wide silken sash worn as a girdle. Flaring-topped boots of soft leather came almost to her knees, and a low-necked, wide-collared, wide-sleeved silk shirt completed her costume. On one shapely hip she wore a straight double-edged sword, and on the other a long dirk. Her unruly golden hair, cut square at her shoulders, was confined by a band of crimson satin.</p>...9781219412571_Prabhat Prakashanlibro_electonico_9781219412571_9781219412571Robert E.InglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/prabhatbooks-epub-9e1189b8-ab75-4933-b495-afa2e2754555.epub2009-12-15T00:00:00+00:00Prabhat Prakashan