I bought Fabian out.

As for my wife, she couldn't run it, and--" "You could sell it," interrupted Tarboe.
"Sell it! Sell it!" said Grier wildly.

"Sell it to whom ?" "To Belloc," was the malicious reply.

The demon of anger seized the old man.
"You say that to me--you--that I should sell to Belloc! By hell, I'd rather burn every stick and board and tree I've got--sweep it out of existence, and die a beggar than sell it to Belloc!" Froth gathered at the corners of his mouth, there was tumult in his eyes.

"Belloc! Knuckle down to him! Sell out to him!" "Well, if you got a profit of twenty per cent.