:02:02
The drive wound away
in front of me,
:02:05
twisting and turning
as it had always done.
:02:08
But as I advanced, I was aware
that a change had come upon it.
:02:13
Nature had come
into her own again,
:02:15
and little by little
had encroached upon the drive...
:02:19
with long, tenacious fiingers.
:02:23
On and on wound the poor thread
that had once been our drive,
:02:28
and fiinally
there was Manderley.
:02:32
Manderley--
secretive and silent.
:02:35
Time could not mar the perfect
symmetry of those walls.
:02:39
Moonlight can play
odd tricks upon the fancy,
:02:43
and suddenly it seemed to me that light
came from the windows.
:02:50
And then a cloud
came upon the moon...
:02:53
and hovered an instant
like a dark hand before a face.
:02:57
The illusion went with it.
:03:01
I looked upon
a desolate shell...
:03:04
with no whisper of the past
about its staring walls.
:03:09
We can never
go back to Manderley again.
:03:12
That much is certain.
:03:14
But sometimes in my dreams...
:03:16
I do go back to the strange
days of my life...
:03:20
which began for me
in the South of France.
:03:56
No! Stop!
:03:59
What the devil
are you shouting about ?