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Updated: June 23, 2025
Christopher had hung the three sets of curtains now and he sat on the top step and looked round the room curiously. It was less oppressively modern that the rest of the house and he had an idea the master of Stormly was not responsible for that. He felt a vivid interest in the late Mrs. Masters, Why had she gone and why had neither Aymer nor St. Michael mentioned her existence?
The roads were beastly." Mr. Aston looked at Cæsar and they both smiled. "I've persuaded Sam to open a shop in Stormly and put Jim into it. He says you can't make a living honestly in grocery, but I'd take himself in preference to his word." "You've beaten him after all, old chap."
It's a fearful lot for two people" his eyes wandered across the lawn to Patricia, where she sat with Renata "or even three, but that's what it costs to live properly at Stormly, and the rest has to be used somehow." "How about Stormly Park? Do you and Patricia like the place?" He shook his head again. "I'm afraid we don't. We both feel we are living in an hotel.
Masters, and which are the original source of his fortune. I allude to the Steel Axle Company, the Stormly Mine and the Stormly Foundry Companies. These affairs he continued to keep under his own eye, never relaxing his attention, or the excellent system he had established, under which the whole great affair worked with such marvellous smoothness and success.
Stormly Park had an air of waiting; a certain grim expectation lurked behind the over-mantled windows and closed doors. It was as if it watched for the fate foreshadowed in its owner's words. Even the glorious sunlight pouring over it failed to give it a sense of warm living life. It filled Christopher with curiosity and a desire to explore the grey fastness and trim level lawns beyond.
"How could you stop the Thing going on, that's what I want to know?" "You could give the money to Charities and shut down the works and leave thousands to starve." Christopher moved impatiently. "The money invested in each company could be divided amongst the shareholders, I suppose, or in the case of the Stormly Mines amongst the work-people." "If you want to ruin them." "Mr.
They were going direct to Stormly, which was midway between Birmingham and the Stormly mines, from which the fortunes of the family had first been dug. Stormly Park was Peter's only permanent residence, though much of his time was spent in hotels and travelling. The house, begun by his father, had expanded with the fortunes of the son. It stood remote from town or village.
"Will you live at Stormly Park?" he asked airily. "I expect so. It is not let, is it?" Mr. Saunderson permitted himself a little smile of superiority as he answered. "Everything has been kept just ready for you these two years. But it will hardly be to your taste. Perhaps you will like it done up altered?" Christopher shook his head. "Not yet." "You can afford it, you know."
Christopher stared out of the window for so long that the head clerk thought he had forgotten the matter and was disagreeably surprised when he spoke again. "I shall be at Stormly this week and will see if Timmins wishes to retire or not. You have no fault to find with him as a gardener, I suppose?" Mr. Clisson smiled. "A man who has served for twenty years will not be an indifferent workman sir.
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