But, even as they watched, the serpent grew dim and patchy, and the lights began to go out, as group after group broke away homewards.

They had wished their Mother good night, there in that great French town which has so wonderful an aroma of little Nazareth; they had sung their thanksgivings; they had offered their prayers.

Now it was time to sleep under Her protection, who was the Mother both of God and man.

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