"That chap as lies theer," said he, with another jerk. "Him as went and drownded himself, poor chap! I did na think he'd got it in him to lie still and let the water creep o'er him till he died. Boucher, yo' know."
"Yes, I know now," said Mr. Hale. "Go back to what you were saying: you'd not speak in haste----"
"For his sake. Yet not for his sake; for where'er he is, and whate'er, he'll ne'er know other clemming or cold again; but for the wife's sake, and the bits o' childer."

'Him as went and drownded himself, poor chap! Boucher, yo' know.'
'Yes,' said Mr. Hale. 'Go on.'
'I'll not speak in haste for his sake. Yet not for his sake; but for the wife's sake, and the childer.'
