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“I looked at him over my glass of citronade. It was not easy to explain my father and usually I never talked about him. He was my secret property. Preserved for me alone, much as Manderley was preserved for my neighbour. I had no wish to introduce him casually over a table in a Monte Carlo restaurant. There was a strange air of unreality about that luncheon, and looking back upon it now it is invested for me with a curious glamour. There was I, so much of a schoolgirl still, who only the day before had sat with Mrs Van Hopper, prim, silent, and subdued, and twenty-four hours afterwards my family history was mine no longer, I shared it with a man I did not know. For some reason I felt impelled to speak, because his eyes followed me in sympathy like the Gentleman Unknown.”

Quote by Daphne du Maurier

Book:Rebecca

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Rebecca

Daphne Du Maurier's 'Rebecca' is a psychological thriller that delves into the complex dynamics of a marriage. The story follows the new wife of Maxim de Winter, who must navigate the shadow of his first wife, the enigmatic and seemingly perfect Rebecca. Set against the backdrop of a grand English country house, the novel explores themes of jealousy, obsession, and the elusive nature of truth. more

Author

Daphne du Maurier
Daphne du Maurier

British author known for her suspense novels and romantic stories. Daphne du Maurier's works are characterized by their mysterious and supernatural elements, with her most famous novels being 'Rebecca' and 'The Turn of the Screw'. Her writing style has had a profound impact on literature. more

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