My Novel — Volume 09 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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page 82 of 108 (75%)
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"Don't ask me," said Randal, stung into rare honesty; for I had hoped I might live to repossess myself of that property." "Ah, indeed! It would be a very great addition to your consequence in the world,--not from the mere size of the estate, but from its hereditary associations. And if you have any idea of the purchase, believe me, I'll not stand in your way." "How can I have any idea of it?" "But I thought you said you had." "I understood that these lands could not be sold till Mr. Thornhill's son came of age, and joined in getting rid of the entail." "Yes, so Thornhill himself supposed, till, on examining the title-deeds, I found he was under a mistake. These lands are not comprised in the settlement made by old Jasper Thornhill, which ties up the rest of the property. The title will be perfect. Thornhill wants to settle the matter at once,--losses on the turf, you understand; an immediate purchaser would get still better terms. A Sir John Spratt would give the money; but the addition of these lands would make the Spratt property of more consequence in the county than the Thornhill. So my client would rather take a few thousands less from a man who don't set up to be his rival. Balance of power in counties as well as nations." Randal was silent. "Well," said Levy, with great kindness of manner, "I see I pain you; |
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