"That door leads into your dressing room."I shut it gently after me.It seemed crowded after the emptiness of the rest of the house. There was a carpet, the only one I had seen, a press made of some beautiful wood I did not recognize. Under the open window a small writing-desk with paper, pens, and ink. "A refuge" I was thinking ...
Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea, 1966
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