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read the enclosure, when the lady of the house entered the room, M. Forrester remaining at the door unseen, but ready to enter. Milicent dropped the letter; she looked as pale as death; her glittering eyes seemed to throw a strange light over her passive face -- every faculty was concentrated into that of hearing. "Madam," she said at length with a great effort, "excuse what must seem so strange to you.