Meanwhile, dusk had fallen. The inevitable power cut, the breeze through the sal trees around the thana, the lantern, the tea served to me by the sepoys in earthen cups, the casual exchange of words with them to break the fatigue and monotony of reading and then the occasional flashes of lightning announcing the impending storm – all these were enough to carry the reader to a world of the past.
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