'«...» God, the place was a... «Rebecca»
robot18 декабря 2024'«...» God, the place was a wilderness; lovely, yes, wild and lonely with a beauty of its own, yes, but crying out for skill and care and the money that he would never give to it, that I would not have thought of giving to it — but for Rebecca. Half the stuff you see here in the rooms was never here originally. The drawing-room as it is today, the morning-room — that's all Rebecca. Those chairs that Frith points out so proudly to the visitors on the public day, and that panel of tapestry — Rebecca again. Oh, some of the things were here admittedly, stored away in back rooms — my father knew nothing about furniture or pictures — but the majority was bought by Rebecca. The beauty of Manderley that you see today, the Manderley that people talk about and photograph and paint, it's all due to her, to Rebecca.'
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