"Folk are brought round after they're dead-drowned. Whatten was I thinking of, to sit still when I should be stirring mysel'? Here, whisth thee, child--whisth thee! tak' this, tak' aught to play wi', but dunnot cry while my heart's breaking! Oh, where is my strength gone to? Oh John--husband!"

'Folk are brought round after they're dead-drowned. Here, whisth thee, child - whisth thee! Dunnot cry while my heart's breaking! Oh, where is my strength gone to? Oh, John - husband!'
