tailieunhanh - Rebecca - Daphne du Maurier

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. There was a padlock and chain upon the gate. I called in my dream to the lodge-keeper, and had no answer, and peering closer through the rusted spokes of the gate I saw that the lodge was uninhabited. No smoke came from the chimney, and the little lattice windows gaped forlorn. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with. | Rebecca Daphne du Maurier First published in Great Britain 1938 Chapter one Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive and for a while I could not enter for the way was barred to me. There was a padlock and chain upon the gate. I called in my dream to the lodge-keeper and had no answer and peering closer through the rusted spokes of the gate I saw that the lodge was uninhabited. No smoke came from the chimney and the little lattice windows gaped forlorn. Then like all dreamers I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me twisting and turning as it had always done but as I advanced I was aware that a change had come upon it it was narrow and unkempt not the drive that we had known. At first I was puzzled and did not understand and it was only when I bent my head to avoid the low swinging branch of a tree that I realized what had happened. Nature had come into her own again and little by little in her stealthy insidious way had encroached upon the drive with long tenacious fingers. The woods always a menace even in the past had triumphed in the end. They crowded dark and uncontrolled to the borders of the drive. The beeches with white naked limbs leant close to one another their branches intermingled in a strange embrace making a vault above my head like the archway of a church. And there were other trees as well trees that I did not recognize squat oaks and tortured elms that straggled cheek by jowl with the beeches and had thrust themselves out of the quiet earth along with monster shrubs and plants none of which I remembered. The drive was a ribbon now a thread of its former self with gravel surface gone and choked with grass and moss. The trees had thrown out low branches making an impediment to progress the gnarled roots looked like skeleton claws. Scattered here and again amongst this jungle growth

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• Rebecca Daphne du Maurier
• Last night I dreamt
• It seemed to me
• that a change
• it was narrow and unkempt
• not the drive that we had known