She drew her head in and looked at Evelyn, who still sat on the floor.
"It's just like other hotels," said Evelyn.
That might be, although every room and passage and chair in the place had a character of its own in Rachel's eyes; but she could not bring herself to stay in one place any longer.

She moved slowly towards the door.
"What is it you want ?" said Evelyn.

"You make me feel as if you were always thinking of something you don't say.

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