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_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.