He knew the gun was loaded . Some shadowy idea that it was just to shoot this man like a wild beast seized him , and dilated in his mind until it grew into a monstrous demon in complete possession of him , casting out all milder thoughts , and setting up its undivided empire . That phrase is wrong . Not casting out his milder thoughts , but artfully transforming them . Changing them into scourges to drive him on . Turning water into blood , love into hate , gentleness into blind ferocity . Her image , sorrowing , humbled , but still pleading to his tenderness and mercy with resistless power , never left his mind ; but , staying there , it urged him to the door ; raised the weapon to his shoulder ; fitted and nerved his fingers to the trigger ; and cried `` Kill him ! In his bed ! '' He reversed the gun to beat the stock upon the door ; he already held it lifted in the air ; some indistinct design was in his thoughts of calling out to him to fly , for God 's sake , by the window -- When suddenly , the struggling fire illuminated the whole chimney with a glow of light ; and the Cricket on the Hearth began to Chirp ! No sound he could have heard , no human voice , not even hers , could so have moved and softened him . The artless words in which she had told him of her love for this same Cricket were once more freshly spoken ; her trembling , earnest manner at the moment was again before him ; her pleasant voice -- oh , what a voice it was for making household music at the fireside of an honest man ! -- thrilled through and through his better nature , and awoke it into life and action . He recoiled from the door , like a man walking in his sleep , awakened from a frightful dream ; and put the gun aside . Clasping his hands before his face , he then sat down again beside the fire , and found relief in tears . The Cricket on the Hearth came out into the room , and stood in Fairy shape before him . '' ' I love it , ' '' said the Fairy Voice , repeating what he well remembered , '' ` for the many times I have heard it , and the many thoughts its harmless music has given me . ' '' `` She said so ! '' cried the Carrier . `` True ! '' '' ` This has been a happy home , John !
and I love the Cricket XXXXX its sake ! ' ''
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