Les images défilaient par centaines derrière mes yeux fermés, chose vues, choses sues et choses oubliées.
I’ll not show fear before Joss Merlyn or any man, she said, and, to prove it, I will go down now, in the dark passage, and take a look at them in the bar, and if he kills me it will be my own fault.
It was disturbing, like an enchanted place. I had not thought it could be as beautiful as this
He looked down at me without recognition, and I realized with a little stab of anxiety that he must have forgotten all about me, perhaps for some considerable time, and that he himself was so lost in...
He could see her planting violets on his grave, a solitary figure in a grey cloak. What a ghastly tragedy. A lump came to his throat. He became quite emotional thinking of his own death. He would have...
Fine, I answered. Now what about a drink? I followed him up the corridor once more, across the entrance hall, and on through a swing door at the far end. I heard the light clack-clack of ping-pong bal...
But a lonely man is an unnatural man, and soon comes to perplexity. From perplexity to fantasy. From fantasy to madness.
The routine of life goes on, whatever happens, we do the same things, go through the little performance of eating, sleeping, washing. No crisis can break through the crust of habit.
I will shed no more tears, like a spoilt child. For whatever happens we have had what we have had. No one can take that from us. And I have been alive, who was never alive before.
We can never go back again that much is certain. The past is still too close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again and that sense of fear of furtive unrest......
…you guessed that somewhere, in heaven knew what country and what guise, there was someone who was part of your body and your brain, and that without him you were lost, a straw blown by the wind.
—in reality it was escape she wanted, escape from her own self—
– if this was being grown up, then she was younger than she had ever been in her life, young with a hope born of inexperience, a glow within her bright as the unseen paradise. Now was the supreme mome...
There was nothing quite so shaming, so degrading as a marriage that had failed.
Reader is back in the
You're all wounded and hurt and torn inside.
You look very pretty, said my mother at last, opening the conversation. And how do you like being the wife of a master glass-maker here at Rougemont? Well enough, replied Cathie, but I find it rather...
You have blotted out the past for me, you know, far more effectively than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo. But for you I should have left long ago, gone to Italy, and Greece, and further still pe...
You have blotted out the past for me, far more effectively than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo.
Whoever lived within its walls, whatever trouble there was and strife, however much uneasiness and pain, no matter what tears were shed, what sorrows borne, the peace of Manderley could not be broken...