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Krisen var der, og jeg måtte møte den. Min gamle frykt, min sjenerthet, min skyhet, min håpløse følelse av underdanighet, alt dette måtte jeg overvinne en gang for alle.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again... I came upon it suddenly; the approach masked by the unnatural growth of a vast shrub that spread in all directions... There was Manderley, our Manderley, secretive and silent as it had always been, the gray stone shining in the moonlight of my dream, the mullioned windows reflecting the green lawns and terrace. Time could not wreck the perfect symmetry of those walls, nor the site itself, a jewel in the hollow of a hand.

I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.

Run along and make friends with Mrs Danvers; its a good opportunity.

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