I believe he took her hand, but I cannot tell.
One thing I can tell, for she said it to me herself afterwards, that he seemed to look down upon her like a strong, pitiful, comforting angel; a messenger sent by God.
Then she broke away, and flew up-stairs.

John came in again to me, and sat down.

He did not speak for many minutes.
After an interval--I know not how long--we heard Mrs.Tod calling loudly for "Mr.Halifax." We both ran through the empty kitchen to the foot of the stairs that led to Mr.March's room.
Mr.March's room! Alas, he owned nothing now on this fleeting, perishable earth of ours.

He had gone from it: the spirit stealing quietly away in sleep.

He belonged now to the world everlasting.
Peace be to him! whatever his life had been, he was HER father.
Mrs.Tod sat half-way down the stair-case, holding Ursula March across her knees.