As she did so the preparation-room door opened behind her. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it. “I feel justified then,” he said, “in annexing his chair. Here again instinct guided her. He had an air of having told her a deep, personal secret. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. “The fellow seems to know your name, Miss Pellissier, and that you have lived in Paris. An Englishwoman. ” “Hampstead didn’t suit Lady Ferringhall,” Ennison remarked.
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