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"Miserable that I am!" cried he, "there is so much-so much-that I

can only weep over. But at least, there are some things but just

undertaken, that I can arrest-yes, there is at least one evil

that I can repair."

He then briefly related, in the most energetic terms of

self-execration, the story of Lucy, with the sufferings and

terrors of the unfortunate girl; her entreaties, and the species

of frenzy that her supplications had excited in his soul; adding,

that she was still in the castle.

"Ah! let us lose no time!" cried Frederick, moved with pity and

solicitude. "What happiness for you! You may behold in this, the

pledge of pardon! God makes you the instrument of safety to her,

to whom you were to have been the instrument of ruin. God has

indeed blessed you!-Do you know the native place of the unhappy

girl?"

The Unknown named the village.