The hell which he was experiencing was intolerable now, because of the heaven which he had seen, and he could not forgive the God who had ordained it.

The unreal notion that an omnipotent God can permit what He does not ordain could have no weight with him, for he was grappling with reality.

As he brooded bitterly upon his own fate, his heart became enlarged with tenderness for all other poor helpless creatures like himself who were under the same misrule.
His resolution was taken--he would use his sobriety to help Ann.

It would not profit himself, but still he would win from her the promise concerning her future life and Christa's which she had offered him, and he would go that night and do all that a man could do to help the poor wretch to whom his heart went out with ever-increasing pity.

It would not be much, but he would do what he could, and after that he would tell the authorities what he had done and give up his office.