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"HAWORTH'S."
"Done with it!" repeated Murdoch, mechanically.
"Aye," meeting his glance fully, "done with it! We'll begin fair and square, lad. It's done with. Do you think," with deadly coolness, "I'd stop at aught if th' time come?"
He rose a little from his seat, bending forward.
"Naught's never come in my way, yet, that's stopped me," he said. "Things has gone agen me and I've got th' best on 'em in one way or another. I've not minded how. I've gone on till I've reached this. Naught's stopped me—naught never shall!"
He fell back in his chair and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his handkerchief.
"I wish," he said, "it had been another chap. I never thought of you—not once."
