manor

Something natural or supernatural enters the soul of Andrew Creel, a commonplace and disaffected young man, and drives him into a swift game where death is a probability on the one side and love only a possibility on the other. Creel plays it to the end: an end unlike the end that seemed so sure when dusk fell on the garden of that charming mansion with its sinister residents who have taken up residence...

Mrs. Gareth has been collecting works of art in her Pointon manor all her life, and now, after her husband’s death, she must, according to English customs, hand over the manor to her son Owen. The trouble is that the limp Owen is under the influence of his bride, Mona Brixton, who dreams of taking up Poynton’s hands and closing access for Mrs Goret forever. And Mrs. Gareth decides to fight for her...

Ojciec wołał na mnie Birdie, mawiał, że jestem jego małym ptaszkiem. Dla wszystkich byłam jego dzieckiem, córką zegarmistrza. Edward nazywał mnie swoją muzą, przeznaczeniem. Ludzie pamiętają mnie jako złodziejkę, oszustkę, tę, która miała się za lepszą od innych i nie była niewiniątkiem. Nikt już nie pamięta mojego prawdziwego imienia. I nikt nie wie, co naprawdę stało się tamtego lata. Latem...

At the reception in the rich manor there are not the first youth mister and also not a young lady anymore. Both belong to the same circle of birth, but the financial affairs of a man are in somewhat better condition. It all seems to him that he is meant for something great and terrible that will destroy his own life and the lives of loved ones – like a sudden fit of madness or, yes, how many anything...