Various, The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18…
“ Mercy went to a box and took out an old shirt of his,—the one he wore when he first came to the "Packhorse." She brought it to him and showed him "G. G." embroidered on it with a woman's hair. (Ryder's.) "Here are your initials," said she; "now leave useless falsehoods; be a man, and tell me your real name.""My name is Griffith Gaunt."Mercy, sick at heart, turned her head away; but she had the resolution to urge him on. "Go on," said she, in an agonized whisper: "if you believe in God and a judgment to come, deceive me no more. The truth, I say! the truth!" ”
