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The shuffling of camel pads pounded softly near a great cream-colored mansion in Allahabad where the white, gold and green flag of the Indian National Congress party flirted with the wind. Here was dignity and beauty. Here, in the mansion built by his father, Jawaharlal Nehru knew that there was refuge from the world.
To this mansion had come many men: the lordly rulers of India, the sycophants, the rebels and the humblest peasants of the field. Here Nehru longed to return from the squalor and the wranglings in Bombay. Then came...
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