The poor creature was insensible, or nearly so.

She--we learnt--had been composed under the terrible discovery made when she returned to his room; and when all restorative means failed, the fact of death became certain, she had herself closed her father's eyes, and kissed him, then tried to walk from the room--but at the third step she dropped quietly down.
There she lay; physical weakness conquering the strong heart: she lay, overcome at last.

There was no more to bear.

Had there been, I think she would have been able to have borne it still.
John took her in his arms; I know not if he took her, or Mrs.Tod gave her to him--but there she was.

He carried her across the kitchen into our own little parlour, and laid her down on my sofa.
"Shut the door, Phineas.