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Lucy was careful to display no embarrassment.
"I expect you think I'm very nosy," she said cheerfully. "I was just wondering if something couldn't be made out of this place - growing mushrooms for the market, that sort of thing. Everything seems to have been let go terribly."
"That's the master, that is. Won't spend a penny. Ought to have two men and a boy here, I ought to keep the place proper, but won't hear of it, he won't. Had all I could do to made him get a motor mower. Wanted me to mow all that front grass by hands, he did."
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But if the place could be made to pay – with repairs?"
"Won't get a place like this to pay - too far gone. And he wouldn't care about that, anyway. Only cares about saving. Knows well enough what’ll happen after he's gone – the young gentlemen'll sell up as fast as they can. Only waiting for him to pop off, they are. Going to come into a tidy lot of money when he dies, so I've heard."
"I suppose he's a very rich man?" said Lucy.
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