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In all large country-houses of a certain importance, there is more or less resemblance in the internal aspect of things. And this Philippa felt conscious of as she followed Mrs Shepton up-stairs-across landings, down passages, and up-stairs again.
"I could fancy myself back at Dorriford," she said to herself, with mingled sensations. "It is barely a week since I left it. What _would_ Maida Lermont think if she could see me now? What would I have thought myself, if I had had a vision of the present state of things? Yet Dorriford is as different as possible from this place-all bright and fresh there, and this old house seems to _breathe_ stiffness and formality. I am sure Evey will be frightened if they put her into one of the state bedrooms. I do hope my room won't be far from hers."