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And outside on the lawn close by the open window the thrush still sang.
It was an hour later when Michael left, having waited for his father's arrival, and drove to town through the clear, falling dusk.

He was conscious of no feeling of grief at all, only of a complete pervading happiness.

He could not have imagined so perfect a close, nor could he have desired anything different from that imperishable moment when his mother, all trouble past, had come back to him in the serene calm of love.

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