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Nothing was changed in that orderly life, from the coachman who met him at the station to the white peacock that stormed at the carriage from the stone wall above the shaven lawns. NOTHING WAS CHANGED IN THAT ORDERLY LIFE FROM THE COACHMAN WHO MET HIM AT THE STATION TO THE WHITE PEACOCK THAT STORMED AT THE CARRIAGE FROM THE STONE WALL ABOVE THE SHAVEN LAWNS
sed him. He woke with a start, staring at the waving curtain of the cabin door; he could almost have sworn that the kiss was real. Next morning the ship was rolling in a Biscay sea, and people were not happy; but as Georgie came to breakfast, shaven, tubbed, and smelling of soap, several turned to look at him because of the light in his eyes and the splendour of his countenance. “Well, you look beastly fit,” snapped a neighbour. “Any one left you a legacy in the middle of the Bay?” Georgie reached for the curry, with a seraphic grin. “I suppose it’s the gettin’ so near home, and all that. I do feel rather festive this mornin. ’Rolls a bit, doesn’t she?” Mrs. Zuleika stayed in her cabin till the end of the voyage, when she left without bidding him farewell, and wept passionately on the dock-head for pure joy of meeting her children, who, she had often said, were so like their father. Georgie headed for his own country, wild with delight of his first long furlough after the lean seasons.  SECTION FOUR OF THE BRUSHWOOD BOY BY RUDYARD KIPLING THIS LIEBER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN RECORDING BYLIUM NEARLIE GEORGIE HEADED FOR HIS OWN COUNTRY WILD WITH DELIGHT OF HIS FIRST LONG FURLOUGH AFTER THE LEAN SEASONS
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