Her tears fell quickly, and while they fell O'Hara's grasp enfolded her hand.
"It's over now.

The best thing that could happen to him has happened," he said, and the touch of his hand was like the touch of life itself, consoling, strengthening, restoring.
In the days that followed it was as if the helpful spirit of Cousin Jimmy had returned to her in the unfamiliar character of O'Hara.

The ghastly details of George's burial were not only taken out of her hands, she was hardly permitted to know even that they were necessary.

All explanations were made, not by her, but by O'Hara; and when they returned together from the cemetery, Gabriella brought with her a feeling that she had been watching something that belonged to O'Hara laid in the earth.

But when she tried to thank him, she found that he was apparently unaware that he had done anything deserving of gratitude.
"Oh, that's nothing.