(See Cover) Here was Nottingham, where 300 years before, Charles I broke with Parliament and challenged Cromwell's Roundheads.
"I hear you like photo finishes," cried Anthony Eden to the horse-betting Nottingham crowd. "All right, but just get the right man ahead this time." Women craned and gawked to get a good look at the handsome, well-tailored Prime Minister of Great Britain, up there on the crude wooden platform. It began to drizzle. Eden patted his grey hair. "My word, it's rain. Well, never mind, I'm sure the sun will shine again." There...
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