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"Oh! merciful heaven!" cried Lucy. For many times had she heard

this name repeated with horror, in more than one story, in which

he had appeared like the Ogre of the fairy tale. At the idea of

having been in his terrible power, and of now being under his

protection,-at the thought of such peril, and such deliverance,

in reflecting who this man was that had appeared to her so

ferocious, and then so humble and so gentle, she was lost in

astonishment, and could only exclaim, from time to time, "Oh!

merciful Heaven!"

"Yes, it is indeed a great mercy! it is a great happiness for

half the world in this neighbourhood, and afar off. When one

thinks how many people he kept in continual alarm; and now, as

our curate says--But you have only to look in his face to know

that he is truly changed. And, besides, by 'their works' ye shall

know them."