"He was a determined chap. He lay with his face downwards. He was sick enough o' living, choose what cause he had for it."
Higgins crept up to Margaret's side, and said in a weak piping kind of voice: "It's not John Boucher? He had na spunk enough. Sure! It's not John Boucher! Why, they are a' looking this way! Listen! I've a singing in my head, and I cannot hear."

'He was a determined chap. He lay with his face downwards. He was sick o' living.'
Higgins said in a weak, high voice: 'It's not John Boucher? He had na pluck enough. Sure! It's not John Boucher! I've a singing in my head, and cannot hear.'
