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And there shone out from her soul a contempt for the miserable hack, so dazzling that it would have blinded him had he not been already blind. That evening she sat alone in the office. The first number of The Five Towns Chronicle, after the most astounding adventures, had miraculously gone to press. Dayson and Sowter had departed.

They slept on the side of the Soutra Hills, and asking a shepherd the name of the place, agreed in future to call themselves Sowtra or Sowter Johnstones. The old pudding-headed man could not comprehend a word I either asked him or told him, and maundered till I wished him in the Annandale beef-stand. Mr. Gibson came in after tea, and we talked business.

"It was the governor as told me to give it you," said Sowter, restive. "Well, give it me, then; and don't waste my time!" Dayson held out an imperial hand for the sheet. He looked at Hilda as if for moral support and added, to her, in a martyred tone: "I suppose I shall have to dash off a few lines about Sowter's Majuba while you're copying out my article."

"And the governor said to remind you that Mr. Enville wants a proof of his advertisement," Sowter called out sulkily as he was disappearing down the stairs. Hilda blushed, as she had blushed in writing George Cannon's first lie about the printing of the first issue. She had accustomed herself to lies, and really without any difficulty or hesitation. Yes!

Arthur Dayson rolled oratorically on in defence of the man whom yesterday he had attacked. And then Sowter, the old clerk, entered. "What is it? Don't interrupt me!" snapped Dayson. "There's the Signal.... Latest details.... This here Majuba business!" "What do I care about your Majuba?" Dayson retorted. "I've got something more important than your Majuba."

You might sign that, Dayson, and get it off to-night. Is Sowter here?" For answer, Dayson jerked his head towards an inner door. Sowter was the old clerk who had first received Hilda into the offices of Mr. Q. Karkeek. He was earning a little extra money by clerical work at nights in connection with the advertisement department of the new organ. Mr. Cannon marched to the inner door and opened it.