It seemed to Hyacinth quite natural that the soul as it departed into unknown beatitude should have printed this for the last expression on the earthly habitation which it left behind.

He neither wondered nor, at first, sorrowed very much to see his father dead.

His sight was undimmed and his hands steady when he closed the eyes and composed the limbs of the body on the bed.

Afterwards it seemed strange to him that he should have dressed quietly, arranged the furniture in the kitchen, and blown the fire into a blaze before he went down into the village to tell his news and seek for help.
They buried AEneas Conneally beside his wife in the wind-swept churchyard.

The fishermen carried his coffin into the church and out again to the grave.