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forgotten. That was Mr. Premchund
Roychund of real life. Seated or standing
round him would be a few of his
ready to go or run, at a moment's notice,
anywhere at his beck and call. A
stranger, introduced into his presence
for the first time, would say : " What a
mild Hindu !" He would be most
favourably impressed by the manner of
his reception and much more by his
sweet words. Mr. Premchund was, indeed,
a kindly and courteous personage by
nature. In him was to be uniformly
discerned the milk of human kindness,
the milk which he generously gave with-
out stint to all and sundry who appealed
to him. There was no affectation in his
manners. His native simplicity would
peer all through, a simplicity which
never underwent a change, either during
the days of his greatest prosperity or
adversity. Unobtrusive modesty was
stamped on his face. Even a child could
read it. He never allowed the sun to go
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Roychund of real life. Seated or standing
round him would be a few of his
ready to go or run, at a moment's notice,
anywhere at his beck and call. A
stranger, introduced into his presence
for the first time, would say : " What a
mild Hindu !" He would be most
favourably impressed by the manner of
his reception and much more by his
sweet words. Mr. Premchund was, indeed,
a kindly and courteous personage by
nature. In him was to be uniformly
discerned the milk of human kindness,
the milk which he generously gave with-
out stint to all and sundry who appealed
to him. There was no affectation in his
manners. His native simplicity would
peer all through, a simplicity which
never underwent a change, either during
the days of his greatest prosperity or
adversity. Unobtrusive modesty was
stamped on his face. Even a child could
read it. He never allowed the sun to go
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