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I
did
indeed
entirely
comprehend
my
'
misfortune
,
'
or
rather
the
great
chance
bestowed
on
me
of
winning
something
far
higher
than
all
the
coffers
of
Mammon
;
I
read
in
my
loss
of
world
's
cash
the
working
of
such
a
merciful
providence
and
pity
as
gave
me
a
grander
hope
than
any
I
had
ever
known
.
Clear
before
me
rose
the
vision
of
that
most
divine
and
beautiful
necessity
of
happiness
--
Work
!
--
the
grand
and
too
often
misprized
Angel
of
Labour
,
which
moulds
the
mind
of
man
,
steadies
his
hands
,
controls
his
brain
,
purifies
his
passions
,
and
strengthens
his
whole
mental
and
physical
being
.
A
rush
of
energy
and
health
filled
my
veins
--
and
I
thanked
God
devoutly
for
the
golden
opportunities
held
out
afresh
for
me
to
accept
and
use
.
Gratitude
there
should
be
in
every
human
soul
for
every
gift
of
heaven
--
but
nothing
merits
more
thankfulness
and
praise
to
the
Creator
than
the
call
to
work
,
and
the
ability
to
respond
to
it
.
England
at
last
!
I
bade
farewell
to
the
good
ship
that
had
rescued
me
,
and
to
all
on
board
her
,
most
of
whom
now
knew
my
name
and
looked
upon
me
with
pity
as
well
as
curiosity
.
The
story
of
my
being
wrecked
on
a
friend
's
yacht
was
readily
accepted
--
and
the
subject
of
that
adventure
was
avoided
,
as
the
general
impression
was
that
my
friend
,
whoever
he
was
,
had
been
drowned
with
his
crew
,
and
that
I
was
the
one
survivor
.
I
did
not
offer
any
further
explanation
,
and
was
content
to
so
let
the
matter
rest
,
though
I
was
careful
to
send
both
the
captain
and
the
ship
's
doctor
a
handsome
recompense
for
their
united
attention
and
kindness
.
I
have
reason
to
believe
,
from
the
letters
they
wrote
me
,
that
they
were
more
than
satisfied
with
the
sums
received
,
and
that
I
really
did
some
actual
good
with
those
few
last
fragments
of
my
vanished
wealth
.
On
reaching
London
,
I
interviewed
the
police
concerning
the
thieves
and
forgers
,
Bentham
and
Ellis
,
and
stopped
all
proceedings
against
them
.
"
Call
me
mad
if
you
like
,
"
--
I
said
to
the
utterly
confounded
chief
of
the
detective
force
--
"
I
do
not
mind
!
But
let
these
rascals
keep
the
trash
they
have
stolen
.
It
will
be
a
curse
to
them
,
as
it
has
been
to
me
!
It
is
devil
's
money
!
Half
of
it
was
already
gone
,
being
settled
on
my
late
wife
--
at
her
death
,
it
reverted
by
the
same
deed
of
settlement
,
to
any
living
members
of
her
family
,
and
it
now
belongs
to
Lord
Elton
.
I
have
lived
to
make
a
noble
Earl
rich
,
who
was
once
bankrupt
--
and
I
doubt
if
he
would
lend
me
a
ten-pound-note
for
the
asking
!
However
,
I
shall
not
ask
him
.
The
rest
has
gone
into
the
universal
waste
of
corruption
and
sham
--
let
it
stay
there
!
I
shall
never
bother
myself
to
get
it
back
.
I
prefer
to
be
a
free
man
.
"
"
But
the
bank
--
the
principle
of
the
thing
!
"
exclaimed
the
detective
with
indignation
.
I
smiled
.
"
Exactly
!
The
principle
of
the
thing
has
been
perfectly
carried
out
.
A
man
who
has
too
much
money
creates
forgers
and
thieves
about
him
--
he
can
not
expect
to
meet
with
honesty
.
Let
the
bank
prosecute
if
it
likes
--
I
shall
not
.
I
am
free
!
--
free
to
work
for
my
living
.
What
I
earn
I
shall
enjoy
--
what
I
inherited
,
I
have
learnt
to
loathe
!
"
With
that
I
left
him
,
puzzled
and
irate
--
and
in
a
day
or
two
the
papers
were
full
of
strange
stories
concerning
me
,
and
numerous
lies
as
well
.
I
was
called
'
mad
,
'
'
unprincipled
,
'
'
thwarting
the
ends
of
justice
,
'
--
and
sundry
other
names
,
while
scurrilous
civilities
known
only
to
the
penny
paragraphist
were
heaped
upon
me
by
the
score
.
To
complete
my
entire
satisfaction
,
a
man
on
the
staff
of
one
of
the
leading
journals
,
dug
out
my
book
from
Mudie
's
underground
cellar
,
and
'
slashed
'
it
with
a
bitterness
and
venom
only
excelled
by
my
own
violence
when
anonymously
libelling
the
work
of
Mavis
Clare
!
And
the
result
was
remarkable
--
for
in
a
sudden
wind
of
caprice
,
the
public
made
a
rush
for
my
neglected
literary
offspring
--
they
took
it
up
,
handled
it
tenderly
,
read
it
lingeringly
,
found
something
in
it
that
pleased
them
,
and
finally
bought
it
by
thousands
!
...
whereat
the
astute
Morgeson
,
as
virtuous
publisher
,
wrote
to
me
in
wonder
and
congratulation
,
enclosing
a
cheque
for
a
hundred
pounds
on
'
royalties
,
'
and
promising
more
in
due
course
,
should
the
'
run
'
continue
.
