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These things were permanent, they could not be dissolved. They were memories that cannot hurt.

The house was a sepulchre, our fear and suffering lay buried in the ruins. There would be no ressurection. When I thought of Manderley in my waking hours I would not be bitter. I should think of it as it might have been, could I have lived there without fear. I should remember the rose-garden in the summer, and the murmur of the sea coming up to us from the lawns below.

I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.

There was Manderley, our Manderley, secretive and silent as it had always been, the grey stone shining in the moonlight of my dream, the mullioned windows reflecting the green lawns and the terrace. Time could not wreck the perfect symmetry of those walls, nor the site itself.

A jewel in the hollow of a hand.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.