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With Michael, the change was easily stated, he looked terribly tired, and it was evident that the strain of these weeks was telling heavily on him.

And yet, as Sylvia noticed with a sudden sense of personal pride in him, not one jot of his patient tenderness for his mother was abated.

Tired as he was, nervous, on edge, whenever he dealt with her, either talking to her, or watching for any little attention she might need, his face was alert with love.