`` Thank you , my lady . '' And an odd glance of mingled pride and pain shone in the boy 's downcast eyes . `` That is settled , then . Now let me say what I called you in for . You spoke of being able to illuminate on parchment . Can you restore this old book for me ? '' She put into his hand the ancient volume Sir Richard had been reading the day he died . It had lain neglected in a damp nook for years till my lady discovered it , and , sad as were the associations connected with it , she desired to preserve it for the sake of the weird prophecy if nothing else . Paul examined it , and as he turned it to and fro in his hands it opened at the page oftenest read by its late master . His eye kindled as he looked , and with a quick gesture he turned as if toward the light , in truth to hide the flash of triumph that passed across his face . Carefully controlling his voice , he answered in a moment , as he looked up , quite composed , `` Yes , my lady , I can retouch the faded colors on these margins and darken the pale ink of the Old English text . I like the work , and will gladly do it if you like . '' `` Do it , then , but be very careful of the book while in your hands . Provide what is needful , and name your own price for the work , '' said his mistress . `` Nay , my lady , I am already paid -- '' `` How so ? '' she asked , surprised . Paul had spoken hastily , and for an instant looked embarrassed , but answered with a sudden flush on his dark cheeks , `` You have been kind to me , and I am glad to show my , gratitude in any way , my lady . '' `` Let that pass , my boy . Do this little service for me and we will see about the recompense afterward . '' And with a smile Lady Trevlyn left him to begin his work .
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