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...It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done, but as I advanced I was aware that a change had come upon it. Nature had come into her own again, and, little by little, had encroached upon the drive with long, tenacious fingers. On and on wound the poor thread that had once been our drive, and finally there was Manderley -- Manderley, secretive and silent. Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy -- and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell -- with no whisper of the past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. That much is certain. But sometimes in my dreams I do go back -- to the strange days of my life -- which began for me in the South of France.


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"...A charming suggestion, but I cling to the family motto. He travels the fastest who travels alone. Perhaps you have not heard of it."
"My shyness fell away from me, loosening as it did my reluctant tongue, and out they all came, the little secrets of childhood, the pleasures and the pain."
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"Do you know this place? Have you been here before?"...He had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the thought came to me that perhaps he was not normal, not altogether sane..."
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"Promise me you will never wear black satin."

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The pictures above were screen captured from the DVD of Rebecca.