The Mysterious Key And What It Opened - Alcott, Louisa May
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The Mysterious Key And What It Opened By Louisa May AlcottTrevlyn 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…mehr

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The Mysterious Key And What It Opened By Louisa May AlcottTrevlyn 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. 'Tis a warlike race, and I like it in spite of the mad deeds." "Married her cousin! That has been the bane of our family in times past. Being too proud to mate elsewhere, we have kept to ourselves till idiots and lunatics began to appear. My father was the first who broke the law among us, and I followed his example: choosing the freshest, sturdiest flower I could find to transplant into our exhausted soil." "I hope it will do you honor by blossoming bravely. I never forget that you took me from a very humble home, and have made me the happiest wife in England." "And I never forget that you, a girl of eighteen, consented to leave your hills and come to cheer the long-deserted house of an old man like me," returned her husband fondly. "Nay, don't call yourself old, Richard you are only forty-five, the boldest, handsomest man in Warwickshire. But lately you look worried what is it? Tell me, and let me advise or comfort you." "It is nothing, Alice, except my natural anxiety for you-Well, Kingston, what do you want?" Trevlyn's tender tones grew sharp as he addressed the entering servant, and the smile on his lips vanished, leaving them dry and white as he glanced at the card he handed him. An instant he stood staring at it, then asked, "Is the man here?" "In the library, sir." "I'll come." Flinging the card into the fire, he watched it turn to ashes before he spoke, with averted eyes: "Only some annoying business, love I shall soon be with you again. Lie and rest till I come."
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Louisa May Alcott, born on November 29, 1832, in Germantown, Pennsylvania, grew up in a family deeply engaged in social reform and education. Her father, Bronson Alcott, was a transcendentalist and educator, influencing Louisa's ideals despite the family's financial struggles. Surrounded by notable thinkers like Emerson and Thoreau, she developed a passion for writing early in life.Alcott worked various jobs to support her family, but her time as a Civil War nurse profoundly impacted her. This experience inspired Hospital Sketches, bringing her public attention and fueling her literary career. Her greatest success came with Little Women (1868), a semi-autobiographical novel that captured the lives of the March sisters.Despite health challenges later in life, Alcott continued to write and advocate for social causes, including women's suffrage and abolition. She never married, choosing instead a life focused on family and literature. Louisa May Alcott passed away on March 6, 1888, leaving a legacy as one of America's most beloved authors.