Explore "Haworth's" by Frances Hodgson Burnett on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
In half an hour's time Murdoch had left Broxton far behind him. He left the open road and rambled across fields and through lanes. The people in the farm-houses, who knew him, saw him pass looking straight before him and walking steadily like a man with an end in view.
His mind was full of one purpose -- the determination to control himself and keep his brain clear.