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I don't believe you've ever been in my room," she added, and turned away as if she meant Rachel to follow her.

Rachel followed, for it seemed possible that each new person might remove the mystery which burdened her.
The bedrooms at the hotel were all on the same pattern, save that some were larger and some smaller; they had a floor of dark red tiles; they had a high bed, draped in mosquito curtains; they had each a writing-table and a dressing-table, and a couple of arm-chairs.

But directly a box was unpacked the rooms became very different, so that Miss Allan's room was very unlike Evelyn's room.