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deal of a soldier, he believed they were right to resent the
difference. He felt himself a little in the wrong, for having
all the advantages. Nevertheless he represented a system,
and he would not be shoved out.
Except by death. Which came on him soon after Connie’s
call, suddenly. And he remembered Clifford handsomely in
his will.
The heirs at once gave out the order for the demolish-
ing of Shipley. It cost too much to keep up. No one would
live there. So it was broken up. The avenue of yews was cut
down. The park was denuded of its timber, and divided
into lots. It was near enough to Uthwaite. In the strange,
bald desert of this still-one-more no-man’s-land, new little
streets of semi-detacheds were run up, very desirable! The
Shipley Hall Estate!
Within a year of Connie’s last call, it had happened. There
stood Shipley Hall Estate, an array of red-brick semi-de-
tached ‘villas’ in new streets. No one would have dreamed
that the stucco hall had stood there twelve months before.
But this is a later stage of King Edward’s landscape gar-
dening, the sort that has an ornamental coal-mine on the
lawn.
One England blots out another. The England of the
Squire Winters and the Wragby Halls was gone, dead. The
blotting out was only not yet complete.
What would come after? Connie could not imagine. She
could only see the new brick streets spreading into the fields,
the new erections rising at the collieries, the new girls in
their silk stockings, the new collier lads lounging into the

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