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THE LATER LIFE
them; he sat there, still and silent, staring out into the hot summer night, through which the trees loomed like ghostly giants, sombre and oppressive . . .
Yet his soul was flooded with a great joy: his father loved him best!
them; he sat there, still and silent, staring out into the hot summer night, through which the trees loomed like ghostly giants, sombre and oppressive . . .
Yet his soul was flooded with a great joy: his father loved him best!
