Then she covered her eyes with her hands.
Simmy fidgeted.

He wanted to help, but felt oddly that he was very much out of place.

George's big hand gripped his arm.

At any other time he would have winced with pain, but now he had no thought for himself.
Moreover, there was something wonderfully sustaining in the powerful hand that had been laid upon his.
"She ought not to take it so hard, George," he began.
"They told you he never came out of the anaesthetic," said George, in a half-whisper.

"Just died--like that ?" "That's what he said.