[...] Spoil it! Mr. Quinn exclaimed. Damn it, Henry, he'd desecrate it! He'd tear up my cornfields and meadows and put factories and mills in their place! That's what he'd do! He turned sideways and leant against the lintel of the window so that he was looking at his son. There was a fellow came to see me once, he said, from London. A speculatin' chap, an' he wanted me to put capital into a scheme he had on. Do you kw what sort of a scheme it was, Henry?No, father! [...].