And now, following that irresistible impulse which urges every nature
that is upright at heart to refuse at all hazards gratitude which it is
conscious of not deserving, I confessed my grievous fault; how I had
been resolved to run every risk to gain my liberty; that I had not, it
is true, invited the overtures of the ruffian, but nevertheless had
permitted them; how I had known of the plot and of the hour when it was
to be carried out, and that I did not know why in the last moment the
courage to do my part in it had failed me so that I turned my hand
against the man whom I had voluntarily admitted as my comrade, and
whose accomplice I must necessarily consider myself.
The superintendent allowed me to speak to an end, only retaining with a
gentle pressure my hand, whenever I attempted to withdraw it. When I
ceased speaking, he said--and even now, after so many years, on awaking
in the night, I fancy I hear his voice:
"My dear young friend, it is not what our fancies, intentions, desires,
represent to us as possible or even necessary, not what we believe we
can do or ought to do, not what we have resolved to do, but it is what
at any given moment we really do, that makes us what we are. The coward
believes himself a hero until the moment of trial convicts him of
cowardice; the brave man fancies that he will prudently avoid all
perils, and plunges headlong into danger as soon as a cry for help
reaches his ear. You believed yourself capable of lifting your hand
against a defenceless man, and when you saw him attacked by a murderer,
you sprang to his assistance. And do not say that you did not know what
you were doing; or if you really did not know, you were following the
irresistible promptings of your nature, and were just at that moment
your real self. I and mine will evermore see in you the man who saved
my life at the peril of his own."
"You would make me out better than I really am," I murmured.
"Even were that so," he answered, "few have my opportunity for knowing
that the surest, often the only way to make a man better, is to take
him for better than he is. Would to heaven that this secret of my craft
were always as easy of employment as with you. And if I can help, as I
joyfully trust I can, in refining the noble metal of your nature from
the dross with which it may yet be mingled; if I can help to enlighten
you in regard to yourself, to light up the path of your life which lies
but dark before you, and from which you believe you have--and perhaps
really have--wandered; in a word, to make you what you can be, and
therefore ought to be--that would be but dealing you out justice in
return for the sharp injustice which has brought you here; and I might
thus repay the debt of gratitude which I owed you before you set foot
in this house, let alone before you preserved for my children their
father's life."
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