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and put an
arm round my shoulders and helped me across the grass.
Over a little gravel path, up one stone step, and through a
wooden doorway and into a small hallway. From thence it
was difficult indeed, for there were many stairs to climb and
I was as yet very uncertain and clumsy in my movements.
The house really consisted of two flats and the one which
I was to occupy was the upper. It seemed so strange, enter-
ing an English home in this manner, climbing up the some-
what steep stairs, hanging on to the rail to prevent myself
from falling over backwards. My limbs felt rubbery, as if I
lacked full control over them-as indeed was the case, for
to gain complete mastery of this strange new body took
some days. The two lamas hovered round, showing con-
siderable concern, but of course there was nothing they

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could do. Soon they left me, promising to return in the
small hours of the night.
Slowly I entered the bedroom which was mine, stumbling
like a sleepwalker, jerking like a mechanical man. Gratefully
I toppled over on to the bed. At least, I consoled myself, I
cannot fall down now! My windows looked out on to both
the front and the back of the house. By turning my head to
the right I could gaze across the small front garden, on to
the road, across to the small Cottage Hospital, a sight which
I did not find comforting in my present state.
At the other side of the room was the window through
which, by turning my