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           Hefelthimselfalittleinthewrong,forhavingalltheadvantages.Neverthelessherepresentedasystem,andhewouldnotbeshovedout.

           Exceptbydeath.WhichcameonhimsoonafterConnie’scall,suddenly.AndherememberedCliffordhandsomelyinhiswill.

           TheheirsatoncegaveouttheorderforthedemolishingofShipley.Itcosttoomuchtokeepup.Noonewouldlivethere.Soitwasbrokenup.Theavenueofyewswascutdown.Theparkwasdenudedofitstimber,anddividedintolots.ItwasnearenoughtoUthwaite.Inthestrange,balddesertofthisstill-one-moreno-man’s-land,newlittlestreetsofsemi-detachedswererunup,verydesirable!TheShipleyHallEstate!

           WithinayearofConnie’slastcall,ithadhappened.TherestoodShipleyHallEstate,anarrayofred-bricksemi-detached’villas’innewstreets.Noonewouldhavedreamedthatthestuccohallhadstoodtheretwelvemonthsbefore.

           ButthisisalaterstageofKingEdward’slandscapegardening,thesortthathasanornamentalcoal-mineonthelawn.

           OneEnglandblotsoutanother.TheEnglandoftheSquireWintersandtheWragbyHallswasgone,dead.Theblottingoutwasonlynotyetcomplete.

           Whatwouldcomeafter?Conniecouldnotimagine.Shecouldonlyseethenewbrickstreetsspreadingintothefields,thenewerectionsrisingatthecollieries,thenewgirlsintheirsilkstockings,thenewcollierladsloungingintothePallyortheWelfare.TheyoungergenerationwereutterlyunconsciousoftheoldEngland.Therewasagapinthecontinuityofconsciousness,almostAmerican:butindustrialreally.