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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Kandan, the Patriot is an English novel written by K. S. Venkataramani in 1931. AKKUR is a beauty spot on the short branch line from Mayavaram to Tranquebar, the Queen of the Coromandel coast. There was a stillness in the evening air, though the sea lay to the east barely three miles off. The breeze had not yet set in. It seemed to loiter round the trembling crest of the waves, kissing the water-line and scattering the foam that embroidered the endless shores of the sea.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Kandan, the Patriot is an English novel written by K. S. Venkataramani in 1931. AKKUR is a beauty spot on the short branch line from Mayavaram to Tranquebar, the Queen of the Coromandel coast. There was a stillness in the evening air, though the sea lay to the east barely three miles off. The breeze had not yet set in. It seemed to loiter round the trembling crest of the waves, kissing the water-line and scattering the foam that embroidered the endless shores of the sea.