"Ah!"

"Yes. And he is a miserable man. The fox is indeed tearing his
vitals. I understand his case now. He must make restitution. I know
how to approach him. This good, patient, trusting old man shall not
suffer wrong to the end."

"Does not all this open a new world of thought to your mind?" asked
Mr Wilkins. "Does it not show you that, amid all human wrong and
disaster, the hand of Providence moves in wise adjustment, and ever
out of evil educes good, ever through loss in some lower degree of
life brings gain to a higher degree? Consider how, in an
unpremeditated way, you are brought into contact with a stranger,
and how his life and experience touching yours, give out a spark
that lights a candle in your soul to illumine chambers where
scarcely a ray had shone before; and this not alone for your
benefit. It seems as if you were to be made an instrument of good
not only to the wronged, but to the wronger. If you can effect
restitution in any degree, the benefit will be mutual."

"I can and I will effect it," replied Mr. Fanshaw. And he did!






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