"Last Night I Dreamt I Went To Manderley Again." So the second Mrs. de Winter, the beautiful Rebecca, dead but never forgotten...her suite of rooms never touched, her cl.
With a husband she barely knew, the young bride arrived at this immense estate, only to be inexorably drawn into the life of the first Mrs.
Maxim de Winter remembered the chilling events that led her down the turning drive past ther beeches, white and naked, to the isolated gray stone manse on the windswept Cornish coast. "Last Night I Dreamt I Went To Manderley Again." So the second Mrs