She felt a little ashamed of herself, a bit of a hypocrite. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. Upstairs, in the little dressing-room, the panel was opened by means of tugging a small candlesconce in the wall. Never! Perhaps some day, quite soon, she might regret that breakfast-room. Jonathan stepped behind a curtain. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. "Perhaps.
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