"Mercy! That's a nice word from you! How much mercy did you have on me?
Where's the mercy that sent Comstock to the slime of the bottomless quagmire, and left me to see it, and then struggle on in agony all these years?
How about the mercy of letting me neglect my baby all the days of her life?
Mercy! Do you really dare use the word to me ?" "If you knew what I've suffered!" "Suffered ?" jeered Mrs.Comstock.

"That's interesting.

And pray, what have you suffered ?" "All the neighbours have suspected and been down on me.

I ain't had a friend.

I've always felt guilty of his death! I've seen him go down a thousand times, plain as ever you did.