Tim Casey: What is it, Mrs. Tarpey? What happened since?
Mrs. Tarpey: O my poor Jack Smith!
Tim Casey: Did Bartley overtake him?
Mrs. Tarpey: O the poor man!
Tim Casey: Is it killed he is?
Mrs. Tarpey: Stretched in the Five Acre Meadow!
Tim Casey: The Lord have mercy on us! Is that a fact?
Mrs. Tarpey: Without the rites of the Church or a ha’porth!
Tim Casey: Who was telling you?
Mrs. Tarpey: And the wife laying out a sheet for his corpse. (Sits up and wipes her eyes.) I suppose they’ll wake him the same as another?