Tag Archives: Du Maurier’s Rebecca

Just around a corner…a whisper waits…

. “[Wandlebury] was a very small town, of course – a sleepy, sunshiny place that looked as if the rush and hurry of the modern world had overlooked its existence.  Barbara found herself in a big square, paved with cobbles.  … Continue reading

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