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It was a week before affairs assumed their accustomed aspect. Not that the Works had been neglected, however. Each morning Haworth had driven down early and spent an hour in his office and about the place, reading letters, issuing orders and keeping a keen look-out generally.
"I'll have no spreeing here among _you_ chaps," he announced. "Spree as much as you like when th' work's done, but you don't spree in _my_ time. Look sharp after 'em, Kendal."