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Winter
had
made
this
speech
,
half
apologetic
,
to
his
guest
,
the
then
Prince
of
Wales
.
And
the
Prince
had
replied
,
in
his
rather
guttural
English
:
’
You
are
quite
right
.
If
there
were
coal
under
Sandringham
,
I
would
open
a
mine
on
the
lawns
,
and
think
it
first
-
rate
landscape
gardening
.
Oh
,
I
am
quite
willing
to
exchange
roe
-
deer
for
colliers
,
at
the
price
.
Your
men
are
good
men
too
,
I
hear
.
’
But
then
,
the
Prince
had
perhaps
an
exaggerated
idea
of
the
beauty
of
money
,
and
the
blessings
of
industrialism
.
However
,
the
Prince
had
been
a
King
,
and
the
King
had
died
,
and
now
there
was
another
King
,
whose
chief
function
seemed
to
be
to
open
soup
-
kitchens
.
And
the
good
working
men
were
somehow
hemming
Shipley
in
.
New
mining
villages
crowded
on
the
park
,
and
the
squire
felt
somehow
that
the
population
was
alien
.
He
used
to
feel
,
in
a
good
-
natured
but
quite
grand
way
,
lord
of
his
own
domain
and
of
his
own
colliers
.
Now
,
by
a
subtle
pervasion
of
the
new
spirit
,
he
had
somehow
been
pushed
out
.
It
was
he
who
did
not
belong
any
more
.
There
was
no
mistaking
it
.
The
mines
,
the
industry
,
had
a
will
of
its
own
,
and
this
will
was
against
the
gentleman
-
owner
.
All
the
colliers
took
part
in
the
will
,
and
it
was
hard
to
live
up
against
it
.
It
either
shoved
you
out
of
the
place
,
or
out
of
life
altogether
.
Squire
Winter
,
a
soldier
,
had
stood
it
out
.
But
he
no
longer
cared
to
walk
in
the
park
after
dinner
.
He
almost
hid
,
indoors
.
Once
he
had
walked
,
bare
-
headed
,
and
in
his
patent
-
leather
shoes
and
purple
silk
socks
,
with
Connie
down
to
the
gate
,
talking
to
her
in
his
well
-
bred
rather
haw
-
haw
fashion
.
But
when
it
came
to
passing
the
little
gangs
of
colliers
who
stood
and
stared
without
either
salute
or
anything
else
,
Connie
felt
how
the
lean
,
well
-
bred
old
man
winced
,
winced
as
an
elegant
antelope
stag
in
a
cage
winces
from
the
vulgar
stare
.
The
colliers
were
not
personally
hostile
:
not
at
all
.
But
their
spirit
was
cold
,
and
shoving
him
out
.
And
,
deep
down
,
there
was
a
profound
grudge
.
They
’
worked
for
him
’
.
And
in
their
ugliness
,
they
resented
his
elegant
,
well
-
groomed
,
well
-
bred
existence
.
’
Who
’
s
he
!
’
It
was
the
difference
they
resented
.
And
somewhere
,
in
his
secret
English
heart
,
being
a
good
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
demolishing
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
!
