REBECCA - CHPT 2

We have no

secrets now from one another

He will talk quickly and eagerly about nothing at all,

snatching at any subject as a panacea to pain

We all of us have our particular devil who rides us, torments us, and we must give battle in the end.

We have conquered ours, so we believe

She is comparing me to Rebecca’;

and sharp as a sword the shadow came between us…

I can see myself now,

memory spanning the years like a bridge

straight, bobbed hair and youthful, unpowdered face, dressed in an ill-fitting coat and skirt

nd a jumper of my own creation, trailing in the wake of Mrs Van Hopper like a shy, uneasy colt

How young and inexperienced

I must have seemed

You’ve heard of it, of course. He looks ill, doesn’t he?

They say He can’t get over his wife’s death…

It’s Max de Winter, she said

the man who owns Manderley