I will cry to her for justice and mercy.

And if I cry in vain, I shall die, Mr.Triplet, that is all." "Don't cry, dear lady," said Triplet, in a broken voice.
"It is impossible!" cried she, suddenly.

"I am not learned, but I can read faces.

I always could, and so could my Aunt Deborah before me.

I read you right, Mr.Triplet, and I have read her too.