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"
Do
you
find
yourself
badly
lodged
,
sister
?
Demand
anything
you
want
,
and
I
will
hasten
to
have
you
furnished
with
it
.
"
"
But
I
have
neither
my
women
nor
my
servants
.
"
"
You
shall
have
all
,
madame
.
Tell
me
on
what
footing
your
household
was
established
by
your
first
husband
,
and
although
I
am
only
your
brother-in-law
,
I
will
arrange
one
similar
.
"
"
My
first
husband
!
"
cried
Milady
,
looking
at
Lord
de
Winter
with
eyes
almost
starting
from
their
sockets
.
"
Yes
,
your
French
husband
.
I
do
n't
speak
of
my
brother
.
If
you
have
forgotten
,
as
he
is
still
living
,
I
can
write
to
him
and
he
will
send
me
information
on
the
subject
.
"
A
cold
sweat
burst
from
the
brow
of
Milady
.
"
You
jest
!
"
said
she
,
in
a
hollow
voice
.
"
Do
I
look
so
?
"
asked
the
baron
,
rising
and
going
a
step
backward
.
"
Or
rather
you
insult
me
,
"
continued
she
,
pressing
with
her
stiffened
hands
the
two
arms
of
her
easy
chair
,
and
raising
herself
upon
her
wrists
.
"
I
insult
you
!
"
said
Lord
de
Winter
,
with
contempt
.
"
In
truth
,
madame
,
do
you
think
that
can
be
possible
?
"
