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struggled long, and how the minister's wife had come to him with the message of the forgiveness of the great God. And then he read from Ranald's English Bible the story of the unforgiving debtor, explaining it in grave and simple speech.
"That was why," he concluded, "It was because he was forgiven, and on his dying bed he sent you the word of forgiveness. And that, too, is the very reason, I believe, why the lad here went to your help this day.
"I promised the minister's wife I would do you good and not ill, when it came to me," said Ranald. "But I was not feeling at all like forgiving you. I was afraid to meet you."
"Afraid?" said LeNoir, wondering that any of that gang should confess to fear.
"Yes, afraid of what I would do. But now, to-night, it is gone," said Ranald, simply, "I can't tell you how."
"Das mos' surprise!" exclaimed LeNoir. "Ne comprenne pas. I never see lak dat, me!"
"Yes, it is wonderful," said Macdonald Bhain. "It is very wonderful. It is the grace of God," he said again.
"You mak' de good frien' wit me?" asked LeNoir, rising and putting his hand out to Macdonald Bhain. Macdonald Bhain rose from his place and stepped toward the Frenchman, and took his hand.
"Yes, I will be friends with you," he said, gravely, "and I will seek God's mercy for you."
Then LeNoir turned to Ranald, and said: "Will you be frien' of me? Is it too moche?"
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