But Mick Maggott would not be moved.

He had his wits about him enough to swear that he cared for nothing.

He was going to have a spree.

Nobody had ever known him to be talked out of it when he had once set his mind upon it.
He had set his mind upon it now, and he meant to have his whack.

This was what he said of himself: 'It ain't no good, John.