There was no comfort to be given. Mrs. Hale turned her face to the wall, and lay perfectly still in her mother's despair. Nothing could be said to console her. She took her hand out of Margaret's with a little impatient movement, as if she would fain be left alone with the recollection of her son. When Mr. Hale came in, Margaret went out, oppressed with gloom, and seeing no promise of brightness on any side of the horizon.
There was no comfort to be given. Mrs. Hale turned to the wall, and took her hand out of Margaret's with a little impatient movement, as if she would rather be left alone. Margaret saw no promise of brightness on any side of the horizon.