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general air of joyful mystery and spiritual endeavour blew balmily
round them all, and without any doubt the exercises and the deep
breathing were extremely good for them.
One evening, towards the end of the month, Georgie was sitting in his
garden, for the half hour before dressing-time, thinking how busy he
was, and yet how extraordinarily young and fresh he felt. Usually this
month when Hermy and Ursy were with him was very fatiguing, and in
ordinary years he would have driven away with Foljambe and Dicky on
the day after their departure, and had a quiet week by the seaside. But
now, though his sisters were going away tomorrow morning, he had no
intention of taking a well-earned rest, in spite of the fact that not
only had he been their host all this time, but had done an amazing
quantity of other things as well. There had been the daily classes to
begin with, which entailed much work in the way of meditation and
exercises, as well as the actual learning, and also he had had another
job which might easily have taxed his energies to the utmost any other
year. For Olga Bracely had definitely bought that house without which
she had felt that life was not worth living, and Georgie all this month
had at her request been exercising a semi-independent supervision over
its decoration and furnishing. She had ordered the general scheme
herself and had sent down from London the greater part of the
furniture, but Georgie was commissioned to report on any likely pieces
of old stuff that he could find, and if expedition was necessary to act
on his own responsibility and buy them.
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