Rebecca
Daphne du Maurier.
- New York : Doubleday & Company c1938.
- 357 p. ; 21 cm.
A novel. "Including selections from the Rebecca notebook and other memories"--Cover.
Rebecca, always Rebecca, wherever I walked in Manderly, wherever I sat, even in my thoughts and in my dreams, I met Rebecca. Perhaps I haunted her as she haunted, she looked down on me from the gallery as Mrs. Danvers had said, she sat beside me when I wrote letters at her desk. That mackintosh I wore, that handkerchief I used. They were hers. Perhaps she knew and had seen me take them. Jasper had been her dog and he ran at my heels now. The roses were hers and I cut them. Did she resent me and fear me as I resented her? Did she want Maxim alone in the house again? I could fight the living but I could not fight the dead.