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March 21, 1941.
By. Walt Disney
WALT DISNEY
The film, based on the best-selling novel by Daphne du Maurier, has been adjudged the best picture of 1940 by the
Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences
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Rebecca
starring
LAURENCE OLIVIER - JOAN FONTAINE
Directed by ALFRED HITCHCOCK
Produced By DAVID O. SELZNICK who made "GONE WITH THE WIND" RELEASED THRU UNITED ARTISTS
SYNOPSIA! In the south of France, where I was travelling as con- panion to Mrs Van Hopper, I met Max de Winter. My own pale ahyness was in contrast to his bitter, brooding allence; Mra Vas Hopper fold me he was the owner of a famous estate, Manderley, which he had not occupied since the accidental death of his wife, Rebecca. Mrs Van Hop- per took it and was confined to her bed, and I found myself spending many hours with Max; before long I was deeply in love. When Mra Van lopper suddenly decided to leave, Max asked me to marry him, and tonk me to Manderiep as his bride.
Chapter Two
I remember quite clearly the wave of annoyance which swept across. Maxim's face when we entered the great hall of Manderley. The but- ler, Frith, had burried down the front steps to meet us, and we had followed him to the huge first room of the house, where we were confronted with some twenty servants of the household, assembled to meet us. I was wet, and pain- fully conscious of my appear- ance before them all. I heard Máxim say, to Frith: "I didn't' expect the whole staff to be in attendance," and Frith's quiet reply, "Mrs Danvers' orders, sir."
While I stood there, not · knowing,at all what to say, my eyes wandered beyond the im- mense hall, to its minstrel gallery and broad, sweeping staircase. back to the sea of faces, open-mouthed and curi- ous. Almost as though from advanced nowhere, someone out from the sea of faces, someone tall and gaunt, a figure with a deeply-hollowed. brilliant-eyed face, a womaní whose cold composure left me limp in embarrassed shyness. This is Mrs Dunvers," Maxim said, and I took her chill, damp haid.
The voice seemed almost a sneer: "How do you do, Ma- -- dam," she said. "I have every- thing in readiness for you.'
I stammered a reply, and in my nervousness dropped a glove. She stepped forward' and picked it up. There was more than a trace of scorn in her eyes and smile as she handed it back to me: I could not bear to return her look.
During the first days Maxim was quite busy with the affairs of Manderlly, which were re- gularly managed by a shy and pleasant man named Frank Crawley, This gave me an op- portunity to wander through the great house, which I would have liked to do alone. Al- ways, however, Mrs. Danvers world quietly appear; sudden- ly she would be there, behind me. inescapably performing her duty of aequainting me with the details of Manderley, She was careful to point out that the rooms we were oc-
cupying in the East Wing had never been used before, except for visitors.
"The room I was telling you about," she said. "Ig across the hall. It's not used now. It's the most beautiful room In the house--the only one that looks down across the lawns to the sea. It was Mrs de. Winter's room." There was always Mrs Danvers, and the rolling sea in which she had died, to bring Rebecca de Winter back to me. I first saw her long, beautifully slop- ing handwriting on the flylenf of a book of poems In Maxim's
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room at Monte Carlo. I saw it at Mandorley, on the exqui- sitely monogrammed glass- ware, and on the nupery. In the beautiful morning room, which Frith showed me, found her everywhere; it was a woman's room, furnished with lovely taste, overflowing azleas and rhododendrons, warmed by a blazing fire. the writing table, her desk set and guest and menu books still reposed-initialled "R." As I sat at the desk, the telephonę rang.
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I must have been in terror of being discovered, for the alarming sound left me almost senseless with fright. I lifted the receiver, and the voice said: "Mrs de Winter?"
"Mrs de Winter?" I re- peated. "I'm afraid you've made a mistake. Mrs de Win-
prise, but Beatrice simply scrutinised. They had both obviously expected someone quite different. They asked me how I liked Manderley, and Beatrice, how I was getting along with Mrs Danvers. I stammered an answer, which Beatrice understood. "There's no need to be frightened of her," she said. "But I shouldn't have any more to do with her than you can help. She's bound to be insanely jealous at first and she must resent you bitterly.
"But why should she?" replied, quite astonished.
"Don't you know? I should
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have thought Maxim would have told you. She simply ndored Rebecca!"
During lunch, much of the conversation seemed to deal with the things I did not do, such as golf, and hunting, and riding, until Giles, in A thoughtless moment, said: "You don't-uh-you don't snil, do you?" and when I re plied, no, I did not, came back with a loud "Thank God for that!" Every one immedi- ately became silent with con- sternation, and Maxim stared grimly ahead. I knew that Rebecca was uppermost in their thoughts.
When they had left, Maxim suggested that we go for a walk, to which I happily agreed. Rebecca's dog, Jas- per, tagged after Maxim as we walked towards the sea, and as we came to a fork in the
Judith Anderson, as Mrs Danvers, and Joan Fontaine,
as Mrs de Winter.
ter has been dead for for more than a year.” *
It was not until I had re- placed the receiver that I. be- came aware of my irretrieva- ble blunder. The colour flew to my checks with shame of the utter idiocy of what I had done. I heard a slight sound behind me, and wheeled about. It was Mrs Danvers, standing silently behind the chair, her eyes expressionless.
"I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Dan- vers." I stammered. "I didn't realise the call was for me."
"That is the house tele- phone, Madam," she said cold- ly. "It was probably the head gardener wishing instruc- tions."
Maxim's sister, Bentrice, and her husband, Giles Lacy, were not long in inviting themselves (through Maxim) to lunch; They were anxious, of course, to see what man- ner of girl Maxim had mar- ried, and I suppose I somewhat dreaded this first contact with them. They were
of Manderley than I. And they had known Rebecca.
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When they came, Maxim was at the farm, and I met them in the library, alone. Major Lacy's round, blank face clearly showed his sur-
paths lending down to the beach the dog unhesitatingly took the one to the right. Maxim suddenly called: "Jas- per! Not that way! Come here The dog scumpered down the steps to the sea, not heeding Maxim's command.
"Where does that lead to?" I asked him.
"To a small cove where we used to keep a boat," he re-
almost plied,
curtly. He seemed irritated when I sug- gested that we go down. "It's quite dull and uninteresting he said. "Just like any He other stretch of sand.' must have sensed my dis- appointment, for he changed his mind, and led me down. We had no sooner reached the beach than Jasper ran off to
bend in the shore, and be hind a rock jetty, barking furiously. I vaguely heard Maxim'shouting after me as I ran after the dog. I clum- bered over the rocks, and saw It all the little cove, the cot-- tage, the mooring buoy off- shore. There was a piece of string to tether Jasper in the cottage, which I found to be completely furnished, but dus- ty and chill and blue-spotted with the damp.. It was from here that Rebecca had sailed.
(To ho continued to-morrow).
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