There was no getting over it.

She also stretched out her now thin hand, and Charley, as he touched it, perceived how altered she was.

Katie looked up into his face, and tried to speak, but she could not articulate a word.

She looked into his face, and then at Mrs.Woodward, as though imploring her mother's aid to tell her how to act or what to say; and then finding her power of utterance impeded by rising sobs, she dropped back again on her seat, and hid her face upon the arm of the sofa.
'Our Katie is not so well as when you last saw her--is she, Charley ?' said Mrs.Woodward.

'She is very weak just now; but thank God she has, we believe, no dangerous symptoms about her.
You have heard, perhaps, that we are going to Torquay for the winter ?' And so they went on talking.