Every vow of love and constancy he ever made me was a lie, after he touched your lips, so when he tried the wrong side of the quagmire, to hide from me the direction in which he was coming, it reached out for him, and it got him.

It didn't hurry, either! It sucked him down, slow and deliberate." "Mercy!" groaned Elvira Carney.

"Mercy!" "I don't know the word," said Mrs.Comstock.

"You took all that out of me long ago.

The past twenty years haven't been of the sort that taught mercy.