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Die Drosters - F.A. Venter

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Condition:
Secondhand
Location:
South Africa
Product code:
169
Bob Shop ID:
144710698

Titel:-                        Drosters 

Skrywer:-                  F.A. Venter

ISBN:-                      0-628-01334-5 

Datum Gepubliseer:-  1978

Uitgawe:-                  Tweede Uitgawe, Eerste Druk 

                                 Harde Band

Bladsye:-                  182 

Groote:-                    8vo (Octavo) 153mm x 228mm

Gewig:-                     300g

Boek Kondiesie:-      Goeie kondisie

Stofomslag Kondiesie:-  Goeie kondisie

 

Beskrywing:-  Diep in die vierde nag na ons aankoms, het die bomwerpers 'n dreuning oor die stad kom gooi.  Ek hardloop na die venster en trek die blinding weg. Hulle dwarrel oor die hawe en oor die fabrieke aan die waterkant.  Die soekligte steek spiese deur die donker, en hulle swaai deurmekaar soos die speke van 'n wiel wat draai.  Vier bomme val soos druppels in die straal van die soeklig na onder.

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