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"They will never become common. It would be a pity not to prosecute your brother's claim to the Turrald title. He gave thirty years of his life to establishing the line of descent." "My brother had the temperament of a visionary," replied Austin. "I am more practical.
It was remarkable that a man like Robert Turold should have gone to the grave without binding his heir to prosecute the claim for the Turrald title. To that end Robert Turold had devoted his life, and to the upkeep of the title he had proposed to devote his fortune. The absence of this precaution puzzled Mr.
Pendleton stepped quickly across to her brother as he sat regarding his audience from behind his pile of documents. It was like a sister, at that moment, to slip back to the juvenile name and kiss his elderly face with tears in her eyes. Robert Turold received the caress unmoved, and she went back to the sofa. "Lord Turrald!
I don't know, really, but that has always been my idea." "It depends on the terms of the original creation. The Turrald barony originally went into abeyance among several daughters. One daughter could have succeeded. There is nothing in the wording of the original writ to prevent it no limitation to male heirs. It is now well established by precedent that a daughter can inherit a barony by writ.
"My brother did inform me, a week ago, that I would succeed to his fortune," he added. "That proves that your brother was aware of the illegality of his marriage at that time," said Mr. Brimsdown, with an air of conviction. "Why so?" "Because you could not succeed to the Turrald title if your brother's daughter was legitimate."
"Are you going to stay much longer in the forsaken hole?" "Not much longer," replied his master in a mild tone. "It is, perhaps, a dreary spot to you, but not to me no, never to me. The last link in my long search has been found here hidden away in this little out-of-the-way Cornish place. Think of that, Thalassa! I shall be Lord Turrald."
Nicholas "all wreck of sea which might happen in the Scilly Isles except whales." To the eye of Robert Turold's faith the illegible scrawl on this faded scroll formed the magic name of Simon Turrald. For once, faith was justified by its works. The signature was indeed Simon Turrald's; not the younger brother of the last Lord Turrald, but Simon's son.
As a boy he had pored over the crabbed parchments in the family deed-box which indicated but did not record the family descent, and he had vowed to devote his life to prove the descent and restore the ancient title of Turrald of Missenden to the Turolds of which he was the head.
It was nothing to him that he was a commoner in the eyes of the world, with no more claim to distinction than a golf-playing city merchant. He had believed in his story from the first, and had helped him in that belief. Turrald of Missenden! It was a great old name. Mr.
It seems a very complicated business peerage law, I mean in the case of baronies by writ, but I certainly gathered the impression that a sole daughter can succeed, although several daughters are regarded as coheirs." "My daughter cannot succeed to the Turrald title," rejoined Robert Turold. The words seemed to be wrung out of him reluctantly.
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