Trevlyn lands and Trevlyn gold, Heir nor heiress e’er shall hold, Undisturbed, till, spite of rust, Truth is found in Trevlyn dust.’This is the third time I’ve found you poring over that old rhyme. What is the charm, Richard? Not its poetry I fancy.’ And the young wife laid a slender hand on the yellow, time-worn page where, in Old English text, appeared the lines she laughed at.Richard Trevlyn looked up with a smile and threw by the book, as if annoyed at being discovered reading it. Drawing his wife’s hand through his own, he led her back to her couch, folded the soft shawls about her, and, sitting in a low chair beside her, said in a cheerful tone, though his eyes betrayed some hidden care, ‘My love, that book is a history of our family for centuries, and that old prophecy has never yet been fulfilled, except the ‘heir and heiress’ line. I am the last Trevlyn, and as the time draws near when my child shall be born, I naturally think of his future, and hope he will enjoy his heritage in peace.’
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