`` Then do n't talk of paying me , but promise that I may make the flowers you wear on your wedding-day , '' whispered Lizzie , kissing the kind hand held out to help her rise , for on it she saw a brilliant ring , and in the blooming , blushing face bent over her she read the tender little story that Somebody had told Belle that day . `` So you shall ! and I 'll keep this wreath all my life for your sake , dear , '' answered Belle , as her full heart bubbled over with pitying affection for the poor girl who would never make a bridal garland for herself . Chapter I THE PROPHECY 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 . '' `` God grant it ! '' softly echoed Lady Trevlyn , adding , with a look askance at the old book , `` I read that history once , and fancied it must be a romance , such dreadful things are recorded in it . Is it all true , Richard ? '' `` Yes , dear . I wish it was not . Ours has been a wild , unhappy race till the last generation or two . The stormy nature came in with old Sir Ralph , the fierce Norman knight , who killed his only son in a fit of wrath , by a blow with his steel gauntlet , because the boy 's strong will would not yield to his . '' `` Yes , I remember , and his daughter Clotilde held the castle during a siege , and married her cousin , Count Hugo . 'T is a warlike race , and I like it in spite of the mad deeds . ''
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