"You want to what?" Dory asked again. "Rachel… you're upset… a night's sleep…"

Rachel only shook her head. She could not explain to her mother why she had to go back. The feeling had risen in her the way a wind rises -- an early stirring of the grasses, hardly noticed; then the air begins to move faster and harder, and there is no calm left; then the gusts become hard enough to make eerie screaming noises around the eaves; then they are shaking the house and you realize that this is something like a hurricane and if the wind gets much higher, things are going to fall down.

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