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young girl, married to a twice as old rich widower, (S
Kny6
can 't help suspecting him

ofbeing constantly and
secretly                                                 AK)MOPbe
comparing her with
the late Rebecca, hisfirst wife,
Bonderfill in every
respect.                                                                 Pe6ewa
// new marriage seems to be a
shamefulfailure...
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текста, комментарии, упражнения, словарь Н. И. Кролик
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CHAPTER 1

Last night 1 dreamt that went to
Manderley again. It seemed to те stood by the iron gate leading to the drive,
and for а while could not enter, for the way was blocked to те. Then, like all
dreamers, was suddenly possessed with supernatural powers and passed like а
spirit through the barrier before те.
There was Manderley, rnysterious as it had always
Ьееп, with the grey stones shining in the moonlight of ту dream and the narrow
windows reflecting the green lawns and the terrace. The terrace descended to the
lawns, and the lawns stretched to the sea, and turning, could see its silver
surface under the тооп, undisturbed by wind or storm.
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But the garden, our beautiful garden no longer
existed. Nettles were everywhere. They choked the grass, they sprawled about
the paths, they leant against the windows of the house. I went on the terrace,
for the nettles were no barrier to me, a dreamer. I walked enchanted, and
nothing held me back.
Moonlight can play odd tricks
upon the fancy, even upon a dreamer's fancy. As I stood there, silent and
still, I could swear that the house was not an empty shell but breathed and
lived as it had lived before.
Light came from the windows, the
curtains blew softly in the night air, and there, in the library, the door was half open as we had left it,
with my handkerchief on the table beside the vase with autumn roses.
The room was bearing witness of our presence. A little pile
of library books and a copy of The Times; ashtrays with a stub of a cigarette;
cushions on the armchairs with the imprint of our heads upon them; the fire
still burning in the fire-place. And Jasper, dear Jasper, lying upon the floor
and wagging his tail when he heard his master's footsteps.
Then a cloud came upon the moon and covered it like a dark
hand before a face. And with the moonlight disappeared the illusion, and the
lights looked upon an empty shell, where there were no more shadows of the
past, and no whisper of its former residents.
The house was a sepulchre, our fears
and sufferings lay buried in the ruins.l There will be no resurrection. Now,
when being awake I will think of Manderley, I will feel no bitterness. I will
remember the rose-garden in sum-

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mer, and the birds that sang at dawn. Tea
under the chestnut tree, and the murmur of the sea coming up to us from the
lawns below. I will think of the lilac in bloom, and the Happy Valley. These
were the things that cannot hurt.
All this I decided in my dream, because like most sleepers I
knew that I dreamed. In reality I lay many hundred miles away in a distant
land, and was to wake up soon in an empty little hotel room. I would sigh and
stretch myself for a moment, and opening my eyes would be surprised by the
shining sun and the blue sky, so different from the soft moonlight of my dream.
The day would lie before both of us, long and dull, but filled with a certain
tranquility we had not known before. We would not talk of Manderley, I would
not tell him my dream. For Manderley was no longer ours. Manderley no longer
existed.
Coming back to the past I see myself a shy girl of nineteen
with straight, short hair and youthful, unpainted face, dressed in an
ill-fitting coat and shirt and a jumper of my own creation, trailing behind
Mrs. Van Hopper like a little horse. She would go to her usual tablel in the
corner of the restaurant, close to the window, and lifting her lorgnette to her
small pig's eyes observe the scene to the right and left of her, and utter
exclamations of displeasure: "Not a single well-known personality! I shall
tell the manager they must make a reduction on my bill. What do they think I
come here for? To look at the pageboys?" And with a sharp, staccato voice,
cutting the air like a saw, she would call the waiter.

1 She would go to her usual table —
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How different is the little
restaurant where we are today from that vast dining-room in the Hotel
"Cote d'Azur"1 at Monte Carlo; and how different is my present
companion, peeling a tangerine with well-shaped hands and from time to time
smiling at me, compared to Mrs. Van Hopper with her eyes running suspiciously
from her plate to mine for fear I made the better choice. She did not have to
worry, however, for the waiter had long ago sensed my position as inferior and
placed before me a plate of cold meat that somebody had sent back half an hour
before as badly cut.
I remember well that plate of meat. It was dry and unappetizing,
but I had no courage to refuse it. We ate in silence, for Mrs. Van Hopper liked
to concentrate on food, and I could tell by the way the sauce ran down her chin
that the ravioli pleased her.
It was not the sight that produced in me great appetite,
and looking away from her I saw that the table next to ours which had been
vacant for three days, was going to be occupied again. The maitre
d'hôtel, with the particular bow reserved for his most special clients,
was showing the new guest to his place.
Mrs. Van Hopper put down her fork, and took her lorgnette.
She stared at the newcomer for some time and then leant across the table to me,
her small eyes bright with excitement, her voice too loud.
"It's Max de Winter," she said, "the man
who owns Manderley. You've heard of it, of course. He looks ill, doesn't he? I
heard he can't get over his wife's death..."
I wonder what my life would be today, if Mrs. Van Hopper
had not been a snob. Funny to think that the

I Cote d'Azur — (Pp. JIaaypHb1ii õepep
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course of my existence hung like a thread
upon that quality of hers. Her curiosity was a disease, almost a mania. For
many years she had come to the HOtel "Cote d'Azur", and, besides
bridge, her only pastime was to claim visitors of distinction as her friendsl
even if she had seen them once at the other end of the post-office. Somehow she
managed to introduce herself, and before her victim had scented danger she had
sent an invitation to her suite. Her method of attack was so direct and sudden
that there was seldom opportunity to escape. Sometimes she would employ me as a
bait, and, hating my errand, I would go across the hall to these people with
some message, a book or paper, the address of some shop or other, the sudden
discovery of a mutual friend.
I can see as though it were yesterday that unforgettable
afternoon when she sat on her favourite sofa in the hall thinking over a method
of an attack on the new arrival. Suddenly she turned to me, her small eyes
shining.
"Go upstairs quickly and find that letter from my
nephew. You remember, the one written on his honeymoon, with the photos. Bring
it down to me right away."
I saw then that her plans were formed, and the nephew was to
be the means of introduction. Not for the first time I resented the part that I
had to play in her intrigues. I found the letter in a pigeon-hole in her desk,
and hesitated a moment before going down again to the hall. It seemed to me
that I was allowing him a few more moments to avoid her attack. I wanted to
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warn him of the ambush but did not know
how to do it. There was nothing for me to do but to sit in my usual place
beside Mrs. Van Hopper while she, like a large spider, spun her wide net about
the stranger.
I had been away longer than I thought, for when I returned
to the hall I saw that he had already left the dining-room, and she, afraid of
losing him, had not waited for the letter, but risked a straight introduction
by herself. He was even sitting beside her on the sofa. I walked across to
them, and gave her the letter without a word. He rose to his feet at once,
while Mrs. Van Hopper, flushed with her success, waved a hand in my direction
and mumbled my name.
"Mr. de Winter is having coffee
with us, go and ask the waiter for another cup," she ordered. Her casual
tone meant that I was a youthful and unimportant thing, and there was no need
to include me in the conversation.
To my surprise, however, this newcomer remained standing
on his feet, and it was he who made a signal to the waiter.
"I'm afraid I must contradict you," he said
to her, "you are both having coffee with me." And before I understood
what had happened he was sitting in my usual hard chair, and I was on the sofa
beside Mrs. Van Hopper.
For a moment she looked annoyed
this was not what she had planned — but she soon smiled, and placing her large
body between me and the table leant forward to his chair and began to talk fast
and loudly, waving the letter that she held in her hand.
For some time they were talking and I
had lost the thread of conversation. I saw that he was tired of her chatter and
there was a line between his brows.
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I wanted to help him out but I was too
young and too shy. Had I been older I would have caught his eye and smiled to
him, making a link between us. But I did not dare to do it.
I think he realized my condition, for he leant to me
and asked if I would like more coffee, and when I refused and shook my head I
felt his eyes were still on me.
"What do you think of Monte Carlo, or don't you
think Of it at all?" he said. I did not expect him to include me in the
conversation and said something idiotic about the place being artificial, but
before I could finish my sentence Mrs. Van Hopper interrupted.
"She's spoilt, Mr. de Winter, that's her trouble.
Most girls would give their eyes for the chance of seeing Monte."
"But they won't be able to see it then," he
said, smiling.
She shrugged her shoulder, blowing a big
cloud of cigarette smoke into the air and went on
gossiping about people, not seeing that the names meant nothing to him, and as
she chattered he grew colder and more silent. Never for a moment did he
interrupt or glance at his watch: it was as though he had decided to be a model
of politeness. It was a page-boy in the end who released him with the news that
a dress-maker waited for Mrs. Van Hopper in the suite.
He got up at once, pushing back his
chair. "Don't let me keep you," he said. "Fashions change so
quickly nowadays they may even alter by the time you get upstairs. "
She did not understand the sting, she accepted it as a
joke. "It's so delightful to have run into you like this, Mr. De
Winter," she said, as we went towards the lift; "now when I've been
brave enough to break the ice
I hope I shall see something of you. You
must come and
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have a drink some time in my suite. I may
  have one or

2

Match up
  the words and word combinations in

two people coming in tomorrow evening. Why
  not join

the left
  column with their synonyms in the right

us?" I turned away in order not to watch him
  search for

column.

an excuse.
I) to cause paina) reluctantly
"I'm so sorry, " he said, "tomorrow I am probably 2) to come
inb) to stare driving to Sospel. I'm not sure when I shall get back." 3)
untroubledc) tranquility
         Reluctantly
she left it, and we went to the lift.   4) stranged) vast
5)
fare) to alter
6)
to look fixedlyf) undisturbed
                                              Activities             7)
to overcomeg) to enter
8) straighth) a reduction
 Pre-reading Task                                                                             9)
to use                                                                 i)
distant
10) at oncej) artificial
Practise the pronunciation of
the following words: 11) calmnessk) delightful 12) hugeI) to employ iron,
supernatural, through, lawn, swear, bear, cush- 13) not natural m) right away ion,
sepulchre, bury, sigh, scene, ate, alter, sauce. 14 to change n) direct
              [aran]
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wonderfulo) to get over
     ['seplka]
['berl] [san [si:n] let] o:lta] [so:s]     16) unwillinglyp) odd
17) a discountq) to hurt

Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks

3

Paraphrase the following sentences
  using the emphatic construction it is... that or it is... who.

1

Find in the text the English equivalents for the fol-

Ex
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boy. It was a page-boy
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b)
  Last night I dreamt that I went to Manderley again. It was last night that
  I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

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I)

We returned from the airport late at night.

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2)

Mozart's father was his first music teacher.

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3)

Sale usually begins at the end of a season.

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4)

There will be a national park here in 2003.
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5)
This film became famous not because of the actors' work but
because of its music.
6)
The last tragic
events in the USA resulted in the bankruptcy of some companies.
7)
You yourself, not your parents, must decide what profession to
choose.
8)
The visitors of this library must leave their bags in the
cloakroom.
 Checking Comprehension
Say whether these statements are true or false.
1)
Manderley was a village in England.
2)
The heroine (we'll call her Daphne ['dæfm]
Aad)Ha) could
enter through the gate in her sleep.
3)
In the moonlight the house seemed empty and lifeless.
4)
Daphne was a modern girl dressed in the latest fashion.
5)
She liked Mrs. Van Hopper.
6)
Mrs. Van Hopper
wanted to get acquainted with Mr. de Winter because he was a well-known person.
7)
Mr. de Winter did not pay attention to Daphne. 8) Daphne liked
Mr. de Winter at first sight.
Discussion Tasks
Imagine that you are Daphne. Speak about:
1)
your dream.
2)
Mrs. Van Hopper.
3)
your first meeting with Max de Winter.
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CHAPTER 2
The morning after the bridge party Mrs. Van Hopper
woke with a sore throat and a temperature of a hundred and twol. I rang up her
doctor, who came at once and diagnosed the usual influenza. "You should
stay in bed until I allow you to get up," he told her; "I should
prefer," he went on, turning to me, "that Mrs. Van Hopper had a
trained nurse. You can't possibly lift her. It will only be for a fortnight or
so."
I thought this rather absurd and
protested, but to my surprise she agreed with him. I think she enjoyed the fuss
it would create, the sympathy of people, the visits and messages from friends,
and the arrival of flowers.
I left her quite happy after the arrival of the
nurse. Rather ashamed of my light heart, I telephoned her friends, putting off
the small party she had arranged for the evening, and went down to the
restaurant for lunch, half an hour before our usual time. I expected the room
to be empty — nobody lunched generally before one o'clock. It was empty, except
for the table next to ours. This was a surprise. I thought he had gone to
Sospel. No doubt he was lunching early because he hoped to avoid us at one
o'clock. I was already half-way across the room and could not go back.
It was a situation for which I was not prepared. I
wished I were older, different. I went to our table, looking straight before
me, and immediately knocked over the vase with flowers as I unfolded my napkin.
The water soaked the cloth and ran down on my lap. The

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waiter was at the other end of the i•oom
and did not see
it. In a second my neighbour was by my side
with a dry napkin in a hand.
"You can't sit at a wet tablecloth," he said
quickly, "you will lose your appetite. Get out of the way." He began
to wipe the cloth.
"I don't mind," I said, "it doesn't matter a
bit. I'm alone."
He said nothing, and then the waiter arrived and began to
take away the vase and the sprawling flowers.
"Leave that," he said suddenly, "and put
another plate on the table. Mademoiselle will have lunch with me."
I looked up in confusion. "Oh,
no," I said, "I can't.
"Why not?" he said.
I tried to think of an excuse. I knew he did not want to
lunch with me. It was his form of courtesy. I will ruin his meal. I decided to
be bold and speak the truth.
"Please," I begged, "don't be polite. It's
very kind of you but I shall be quite all right if the waiter wipes the cloth.
"
"But I'm not being polite," he insisted. "I
would like you to have lunch with me. Even if you had not knocked over that
vase, I should have asked you." I suppose my face told him my doubt,
for he smiled. "You don't believe me," he said, "never mind, come
and sit down. We needn't talk to each other if we don't want to.
We sat down, and he gave me the menu letting me to choose.
"What's happened to your friend?" he asked. I told
him about the influenza.
"I'm so sorry," he said, and then, after pausing
a moment, "why did she want to speak to me?"
"That's curiosity of hers," I said,
"she tries to make friends with everyone. That is, everyone of
importance."
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"I should be flattered," he said, "but why
does she consider me of any importance?"
I hesitated a moment before replying.
"I think because of Manderley," I
said.
He did not answer, and I had a feeling as if I had
trespassed on a forbidden ground.
We ate for a while without talking, and I thought of a
picture postcard I had bought once at a village shop in the west of the
country, where as a child I was on holiday. It was the painting of a house,
crudely done of course and badly coloured, but even those defects could not
destroy the symmetry of the building, the wide stone steps before the terrace,
the green lawns stretching to the sea. I paid twopence for the painting half my
weekly pocket money — and then asked the old shop woman what it was. She looked
astonished at my ignorance.
"That's Manderley," she said, and I went out of
the shop intrigued, but not wiser than before.
He interrupted my recollections starting to talk with
me. "Your friend," he began, "she is much older than you. Is she
your relative?"
"She's not really a friend," I told him,
"she's an employer. She is training me to be a thing called a companion,
and she pays me ninety pounds a year."
"I did not know one could buy
companionship," he said, "it's rather a primitive idea. Like the
Eastern slave market. "
"I looked up the word
'companion' once in the dictionary," I admitted, "and it said 'a
companion is a friend of the bosom
He laughed, looking quite different, younger and less
detached. "What do you do it for?"
a friend of the bosom — 3axaAb1HHb1Ü Apyr
(110Apyra)
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"Ninety pounds is a lot of money to
me," I said.
"Haven't you any family?"
"No — they're dead."
"You have a very lovely and unusual name. "
"My father was a lovely and unusual person." "Tell me about
him," he said.
I looked at him over my glass of lemonade. For some reason
I had a desire to share with this man my family history, that I had not told
anybody, because his eyes followed me with sympathy and he seemed to understand
my feelings.
My shyness left me and out they came the little secrets of
childhood, the pleasures and the sufferings. I remember stopping, a little
breathless, a little dizzy. The restaurant was filled now with people who
chatted and laughed, and glancing at the clock above the door I saw it was two
o'clock. We had been sitting there an hour and a half, and all this time I was
talking alone.
I returned to reality and began to stammer my apologies. He
would not listen to me.l
"I've enjoyed this hour with you more than I have
enjoyed anything for a very long time. You've taken me out of myself, out of
despondency and depression, both of which have been my devils for a year. We've
got something in common, you and I. We are both alone in the world. Oh, I've
got a sister, though we don't see much of each other, and an old grandmother to
whom I pay visits three times a year, but neither of them makes a friend. I
shall have to congratulate Mrs. Van Hopper. You cost more than ninety pounds a
year."

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"You forget," I said, "you have a home and I
have none."
The moment I said it I regretted my words, for the
mysterious look came back in his eyes again. He bent his head to light a
cigarette, and did not reply immediately.
"An empty house can be as lonely as a full
hotel," he said at last. He hesitated and for a moment I thought he was
going to talk of Manderley, but something held him back, for he blew out his
match and his flash of confidence at the same time.
"So the friend of the bosom has
a holiday?" he said in a friendly tone again. "What does she intend
to do?"
I thought of the little square in Monaco and the house
with the narrow window. I was to be there by three o'clock with my sketchbook
and pencil, and I told him so, a little shyly perhaps, like all untalented
persons with a favourite hobby.
"I'll drive you there
in a car," he said, and would not listen to protests. "Go upstairs
and put your hat on, and I'll bring the car."
As he watched me go into the lift I thought of
yesterday, Mrs. Van Hopper's chattering tongue, and his cold courtesy. I had
judged him wrongly, he was neither sarcastic nor snobbish, he was already my
friend, the brother I had never possessed. I was in a happy mood that
afternoon, and I remember it well. Mrs. Van Hopper and the bridge parties were
forgotten, and with them my own humble status.
I was a person of importance, I was a grown-up at
last. The long road climbed the hills, and the car climbed with it. This car
had the wings, I thought, for we climbed higher and higher, and dangerously
fast, but the danger pleased me because it was new to me, because I was young.
17
I remember laughing aloud, and the laugh was carried by the
wind away from me; and looking at him, I realized he laughed no longer, he was
once more silent and detached, the man of yesterday wrapped in his secret self.
"Do you know this place?" I asked him. "Have
you been here before?"
"Yes," he said, after pausing a moment, "but
not for many years. I wanted to see if it had
changed."
"And has it?"
"No. No, it has not changed."
Suddenly he began to talk about Manderley. He said nothing
of his life there, no word about himself, but he told me how the sun set there,
on a spring afternoon, leaving a glow upon the headland. From the terrace you
could hear the rustle of the daffodils stirring in the evening breeze and smell
the aroma of roses in full bloom. He had roses in Manderley for eight months in
the year. His sister, who was a hard, rather practical person, used to
complainl that there were too many scents at Manderley. Perhaps she was right
but he liked it.
As he spoke we were in the midst of light and sound in
the streets of Monte Carlo. Soon we were to come to the hotel, and I felt for
my gloves in the pocket of the car. I found them, and my fingers closed upon a
book, whose thin cover told of poetry. I looked at the title as the car slowed
down before the door of the hotel. "You can take it and read it if you
like," he said, his voice casual and indifferent now that the drive was
over, and we were back again, and Manderley was hundreds of miles away.

1    his sister... used to complain       ero
cecmpa... OÕb1t1HO yca.noBa„naCb (1'Jra1'0JT used to Bblpayvaerr
OÕb1qHoe neñcTBHe B npo111J10M)
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I was glad, and held it tightly with
my gloves. I felt I wanted some possession of his, now that the day was
finished.
"Get out," he said. "I
must go and park the car. I shan't see you in the restaurant this evening as
I'm dining out. But thank you for today."
I went up the hotel steps alone, with
all the despondency of a child whose treat is overl. I thought of the hours
that still remained until my bed-time and how empty would be my supper all
alone. Somehow I could not face the inquiries of Mrs. Van Hopper, so I sat down
in the corner of the hall behind a column and ordered tea.
I took out the book from the pocket and opened it at
the title-page. I read the dedication: "Max from Rebecca. 17 May"
written in a curious slanting hand-writing. The name Rebecca stood out black
and strong, the flying R being much taller than the other letters. I shut the
book and put it away under my gloves. I took up an old magazine and began to
turn the pages. There were some photographs of the castles of the Loire2 and an
article as well. I read it carefully but when I finished I saw I had not
understood a word. It was not the Loire that stared at me from the pages. It
was the face of Mrs. Van Hopper in the restaurant the day before. Looking with
her small pig's eyes at the neighbouring table she whispered:
"An awful tragedy. The papers were full of it. I
heard he never talks about it, never mentions her name. She was drowned in the
bay near Manderley."

 with all the despondency of a child
whose treat is over Mlle 6b1JIO rpyCTH0, RaR pe6eHKY, y KOTOPOI'O OROHt1HJICS1
IIPXJAHHK
2    the castles of the Loire  pac110J103KeHHb1e 110 6epera,M
Jlyapbl
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Activities
Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
neighbour, appetite, doubt, ate, bosom,
tongue, climb, wrap, glove, column, restaurant.
nelba] ['æpltart] let] [daot]
['buzam] [tAn_l [klalm] [ræp]
[glAV] ['kDlam]
Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
Fill in the gaps with the words from the box in the
appropriate form.

to
  be drowned to complain of to flatter to put off to share

to avoid ignorance to regret to wipe
  curiosity

I) She tried  meetings with her former husband.
2)
For twenty years they lived together  all joys and sorrows.
3)
The young man when
he bathed in the sea during a storm.
4)
A doctor usually asks patients what they

5)
"This portrait  me, " said the woman looking
at the picture.
6)
The lifting of the "Kursk" was  because of bad weather.
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7)
A judge asks questions not out of  but in order to find the truth.
8)
We were surprised
by the  of these students. They had no idea
of the latest events.
9)
"I've made
many mistakes in my life, but I don't anything," said the old woman.
10)
One must one's shoes before entering a house.
2
Match up the words in the two columns to make word combinations,
then use them in your own sentences to describe the events of the chapter.
nursehappy hearthumble napkincold lookawful tongueslanting
moodtrained courtesylight statusdry hand-writing mysterious tragedychattering
3
Open the brackets
using the verbs in Present Simple, Present Continuous or Present Perfect.
I) I (to listen) very attentively but
I (not to understand) what he (to say).
2)
We (to do) this exercise now but we (not to finish) it yet.
3)
Look! Ada (to smile). She must be in a good mood.
4)
 You (to buy) the textbook? — No, I still (to look for) it.
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5)
As a rule I (not to read) detective stories, but this week I (to
read) one and I liked it.
6)
We occasionally (to go) to the theatre but we never (to be) to
the Bolshoi Theatre.
7)
Tomorrow we (to
leave) at 7 a.m.
8)
The children are very quiet. Go and see what they (to do). I'm
afraid they (to break) something.
9)
Man already (to make) his first steps towards the stars.
10)
Don't go out. The rain (not to stop) yet and a strong wind (to
blow).
 Checking Comprehension
Answer the questions.
1)
Why did Daphne go
to the restaurant alone?
2)       What
happened when she sat down at the table?
3)
Mr. de Winter invited her to his table, didn't he? 4) When did
Daphne hear of Manderley for the first time?
5)
Why did Daphne tell Mr. de Winter about her family?
6)
She was an orphan, wasn't she?
7)
How did Mr. de Winter explain to Daphne that he enjoyed
being with her?
8)
What did he tell her about Manderley?
9)
What did Daphne think about while she was Sit ting in the
hall of the hotel?
Discussion Tasks
Imagine that you are Daphne. Tell us about
your

feelings during the drive with Max de
Winter.
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CHAPTER 3
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love.
For it is a fever, and a trouble, too, whatever the poets may say. I have
forgotten much of Monte Carlo, of those morning drives, even our conversations;
but I have not forgotten how my fingers trembled, when I was putting on my hat,
and how I ran along the corridor and down the stairs, too impatient to wait for
the lift, and then outside, pushing the swing door before the porter could help
me.
He would be there, in the driver's seat, reading a paper
while he waited, and when he saw me he would smile, and put it behind him in
the back seat, and open
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the door, saying, "Well, how is the
friend-of-the-bosom this morning and where does she want to go?"
Where to go? If he had driven round in circles, it would not
have mattered to me, for it was enough for me just to sit beside him with his
map upon my lap and be happy even in his silence, yet eager for his words. My
only enemy was the clock on the dashboard, whose hands would move relentlessly
to one o'clock. I remember how one day, looking at the clock, I thought to
myself, "This moment now, at twenty past eleven, must never be lost,' and I
shut my eyes to make it last longer.

"If only somebody could invent," I said
impulsively, "how to save a memory like a
perfume. To keep it in a bottle, so that it would never fade, never lose its
scent. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would
be like living the moment all over again." I looked up at him to see what
he would say. He did not turn to me, he went on watching the road ahead.
"What particular moments in your young life do you wish
to put in the bottle?" he asked. I could not tell from his voice whether
he was teasing me or not. "I'm not sure," I began, and then said
rather foolishly, not thinking of my words, "I'd like to keep this moment
and never forget it."
"Is that a compliment to the good weather or to
my driving?" he said and laughed. I became silent, for his laugh had hurt
me and I suddenly realized that there was a gulf between us and his kindness to
me only widened it.
"You'll think me rude," I
said, "but I'd like to know why you ask me to come out in the car, day
after day. You are very kind, of course, but why do you choose me for your
charity? You know everything about me. There's not much, I admit, because I
have not lived for
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very long, and nothing much has
happened to me, except the deaths of my parents, but you — I know nothing more
about you than on the first day we met."
"And what did you know then?"
"Well, that you lived at Manderley and — and that
you had lost your wife." There, I had said it at last, the word that had
been on my tongue for many days. He was silent and I thought that I had hurt
him by uttering the forbidden word.
The silence that followed seemed endless. Everything
is over now, I thought, I shall never drive with him again. Then he turned to
me and spoke. "A little while ago you talked about an invention," he
said, "something for saving a memory. You would like, you told me, at a
chosen moment to live the past again. I'm afraid I think rather differently from
you. My memories are bitter, and I prefer to forget them. Something happened a
year ago that altered my whole life, and I do not want to think of it. Those
days are finished. I must begin living all over again. I feel I can do it
perhaps because you are with me. I ask you to come with me because I want you
and your company, and if you don't believe me you can leave the car now and
find your way home yourself. Come on, open the door and get out."
I sat still with my hands on my knees, not knowing
whether he meant it or not. "Well," he said, "what are you going
to do?"
"I want to go home," I said with a trembling
voice, and without a word he started up the engine and turned the car round the
way that we had come.
I felt tears straying upon my cheeks. I could not
check them and was afraid to reach for a handkerchief in my pocket because he
could see it. So I had to let them fall untouched and suffer the bitter salt
upon my
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lips. Suddenly he put out his hand and took
mine and kissed it, still saying nothing, and then he pulled me beside him, and
put his arm round my shoulder, still looking straight ahead of him, his right
hand on the wheel.
"You can forget all I said to you this morning,"
he said. "Don't let us think of it again. My family always call me Maxim,
I'd like you to do the same. You've been formal with me long enough." He
then bent down and kissed the top of my head.
I smiled then, and the morning was gay again. The gulf
between us had been bridged after alll. I was to call him Maxim. But at that
moment I thought of the book of poetry and the first white page with "Max
from Rebecca." She called him Max. It was familiar, gay, and easy on the
tongue. The family could call him Maxim if they liked. And people like myself,
quiet and dull and youthful, who did not matter. Max was her choice, the word
was her possession; she had written it with such great confidence on the
title-page of the book. That bold, slanting hand as the symbol of herself, so
certain, so assured. And I had to call him Maxim.
Activities
 Pre-reading Task
Practise the
pronunciation of the following words:
enough, engine, eager, dull, symbol,
company, wheel.

after
all    B ROHue KOHuOB
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1

2
3
Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
Match up the words and word combinations in the left
column with their Russian equivalents in the right column.
1)      a
dashboarda) APa3HHTb
2)
eagerb)
aaKaAb1YHb1iá apyr
3)
relentlesslyc)
111)HõopHafl Aocrca
4)
a gulfd)
BJraAeHHe, 06J1aaaHHe
5)
a friend-of-the
bosome) YBepeHHOCTb
6)
to teasef) HeyMOJIHMO
7)
to utter g)
CHJ1bHO
8)      a
swing doorh) nponacTb
9)
confidencei) rlPOH3HOCHTb
10)
a possessionj)
Beprrnruaflcsu ,4Bepb K0HBepcHfl (Conversion)
HBJreHHe nepexoAa CJIOBa H3 OAHOü gacTH perm B
apyryro Ha3bIBaeTCfl KOHBepcneÜ.
Hanpmuep, CJIOBO finger MO}Kerr 6b1Tb
CyrueCTBHTeJ1bHb1M H r.nar0J10M, round — CYI_qeCTBwreJ1bHb1M,
rrpHJ1ararreJ1bHb1M, r.nar0J10M, HapetmeM, npeAJ10F0M. HT06b1 rrpaBHJ1bH0
nepeBecTH CJTOBO, HY}KHO onpeAeJIHTb ero
B 11PeAJIOffçeHHH, a 3œreM HaÜTM B CJ10Bape OÕ03HaqeHHeM
COOTBeTCTBYK)rueV1 qacTH peqn: n cyli4eCTBwreJ1bHoe, V   1'J1a1'0JI, a        11PH.nararreJ1bHoe,
adv — Hapeque, cj — COK)3, prep — npeA.nor.
Find in the text the examples of conversion
(15-20).
Translate the sentences paying attention to the
italicized words.
a)
Her face was
flushed. During the treatment of patients doctors face many difficulties.
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b)
I wonder what the weather will be like tomorrow. The Egyptian
pyramids are one of the seven wonders of the world.
c)
A guard had eyed the girl from head to foot before he handed her
the key. The woman with big dark eyes and small hands heads the department of
neurology in our hospital.
d)
"Dust the furniture and air the rooms," Mother told her
daughter.
e)
Mother her: she is very weak.
f)
Who doctors you? Doctor Brown. He is a very good specialist.
4 Open the brackets using the verbs
in Present Continuous, Past Continuous or Present Perfect Continuous.
1) — It (to snow)? —
Yes, it (to snow) since yesterday.
2)
Pete (to look
through) newspapers when he came across this advertisement.
3)
What he (to look
for) when I came into the room ?
4)
What Helen (to
do)?      She (to play) the PI
ano. She (to play) for two hours already. 5) It (to
rain) when we went to the airport.
6)
My daughter collects autographs of famous actors. She (to
collect) them for about five years and has a lot of them now.
7)
I (to learn) English since childhood but I haven't learnt it well
yet.
8)
Yesterday at this time he (to fly) to London. Now I think he (to
go sightseeing).
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 Checking Comprehension
Complete the sentences.
I) It cannot happen twice
2)
I was
3)
My only
enemy was
4)
If only somebody
could invent how
5)
I suddenly realized that
6)
Nothing much has happened to me, except
7)
I know that you
lived in Manderley and
8)
My memories are
bitter and I
9)
I ask you to come
with me because
10)
At that moment I
thought of the book of poetry and
Discussion Tasks
I Imagine that one of you is Daphne.
Ask her questions.
2 Give all the information about the
heroine of the book you have learnt from the first three chapters.
CHAPTER 4
Packing up. The endless dull preparations for
departure. Lost keys, unwritten labels, wrapping paper on the table. I hate it
all. Even now, when I have to move very
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often, when I live, as the saying goes, in
my boxesl. Even now when leaving hotels has become a matter of routine, I can't
get rid of the feeling of sadness and the sense of loss. Here, I say, we have
lived, we have been happy. This has been ours, though for a short time. Though
onIy two nights have been spent beneath a roof, we leave something of ourselves
behind. Nothing material, not a hair-pin on a dressing-table, not a
handkerchief under a pillow, but something indefinable, a moment of our lives,
a thought, a mood.
I saw in a newspaper the other day that the Hotel
"Cote d'Azur" at Monte Carlo had gone to a new manager, and had a
different name. The rooms had been redecorated, and the whole interior changed.
Perhaps Mrs. Van Hopper's suite on the first floor2 exists no more. Perhaps
there is no trace of the small bedroom that was mine. That day, when kneeling
on the floor I was trying to close her trunk, I was sure that I should never go
back.
The morning before, as I poured out her coffee at breakfast,
she showed me a letter. "Helen is sailing for New York on Saturday,"
she said. "We're going too. I'm tired to death of Europe. How do you like
the idea of seeing New York?"
This was worse than death for me. She must have noticed my
misery on my face, for at first she looked astonished, and then
annoyed.
"What an odd, ungrateful girl you are. I can't
understand you. Don't you want to see New York? I thought you did not like
Monte Carlo."
as the saying goes, in my
boxes                 Kayc rnacwr rror0Bopfia,
Ha qeM0AaHax•
2 the first floor — BTopoV1 (B
AHI'JIHII cqerr arrmReH Ha¼HHaerrcfl c uOROJ1bH01'O
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"I've got used
to it," I said foolishly.
"Well, you'll just have to get used to New York,
that's all. Your days will be so full that you won't have time to miss
Monte." She laughed and went to the telephone to ring up all her friends.
I went into the bathroom, locked the door and sat down
on the mat covering my face with my hands. It was all over. Tomorrow evening I
should be in the train carrying me away from him. And he would be sitting alone
in the restaurant of the hotel, at the table I had known, reading a paper, not
thinking of me.
I should say good-bye to him in the hall, perhaps,
before we leave. There would be a pause, a smile, and words like "Yes, of
course, do write" and "Thank you for being so kind". And he
would light a cigarette casually, while I should think: "In four and a
half minutes I'll go. I'll never see him again." We would be strangers,
meeting for the last time, while my mind would be crying painfully, "I
love you so much. I'm terribly unhappy." Then Mrs. Van Hopper would go out
of the lift and I would go to meet her, and he would walk to his corner and
pick up a paper.
He would go back to Manderley, of course, in a few
weeks. I was sure of that. There would be a pile of letters waiting for him in
the hall, and mine among them, scribbled on the ship. He would answer it weeks
later, one Sunday morning before lunch. And then there would be no more.
Nothing until the Christmas card saying "A happy Christmas from Maximilian
de Winter. I hope you are enjoying New York."
I returned from Christmas at Manderley to the
reality. Mrs. Van Hopper lunched in the restaurant for the first time since her
influenza, and I followed her into the dining-room. I knew that he had gone to
Cannes for
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that day and I was afraid the waiter
would say, "Will Mademoiselle dine with Monsieur tonight as usual?" I
felt a little sick every time he came near our table, but he said nothing.
The day was spent in packing, and in the evening people
came to say good-bye. I went down to the hall at about half past nine on the
pretext of getting luggage labels, but he was not there. The
receptionist smiled when he saw me. "If you are looking for Mr. de Winter,
we had a message from Cannes to say he would not be back before midnight."
My heart fell. So there would be no last evening at all.
The hour I had looked forward to all day must be spent by myself alone, in my
bedroom gazing at my cheep suit-case.
I cried that night and in the morning I tried to hide all
traces of the tears washing my face with cold water and powdering it as much as
I could. I remember opening my window and leaning out, hoping the fresh morning
air will blow away the redness under the powder. The sun had never seemed so
bright and Monte Carlo was suddenly full of charm. I loved it. And I was
leaving it in half an hour. I should not even have time to say good-bye to him.
Despair made me forget modesty and
pride. I flung open the door of the sitting-room and ran along the passage. I
did not wait for the lift, I climbed the stairs, three at a time, up to the
third floor. I knew the number of his room, 148, and hammered at the door.
"Come in," he shouted, and I opened the door,
Very flushed in the face and breathless.
He was
shaving by the open window in his pyja-
mas, and I in my flannel suit and heavy
shoes felt overdressed.
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"What's the matter?" he asked. "Has
anything happened?"
"I've come to say good-bye," I said,
"we're leaving thié morning."
He stared at me, then put his razor
down on the washstand. "Shut the door," he said.
I closed it behind me, and stood there with my hands
hanging by my side. "What on earth are you talking about? l" he
asked.
"It's true, we're leaving now, and I was afraid I
shouldn't see you again. I felt I must see you before
I left to thank you.'
"Why didn't you tell me about it
before?" he asked.
"She only decided yesterday. It
was all done in a hurry. Her daughter sails for New York on Saturday, and we
are going with her."

"She's taking you with her to
New York?"
"Yes, and I don't want to go. I shall be miserable
there. "
"Then why on earth go with her?"
"I have to, you know that. I work for money. I can't
afford to leave her." He picked up his razor again and took the soap off
his face. "Sit down," he said. "I shan't be long. I'll dress in
the bathroom, and be ready in five minutes. I want to talk to you."
He was ready, as he had promised, in five minutes. We walked
down the corridor and out to the terrace, where the tables were laid for
breakfast.
"What are you going to have?" he asked.
"I've had breakfast already," I told him,
"and I can only stay four minutes."

 What an earth are you talking about?
O qeM Bbl TOBOPHTe? (What on earth AJISI ycH„neHHfi BblCKa3b1BaHHH)
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"Bring me coffee, a boiled egg, toast, marmalade, and a
tangerine," he said to the waiter and began filing his nails.
"So Mrs. Van Hopper has had enough of Monte
Car10," he said, "and now she wants to go home. So do I. She to New
York and I to Manderley. Which would you prefer? You can take your
choice."
"Don't make a joke about it; it's unfair,' I
said;
"and I think I had better say good-bye
now."
"If you think I'm one of the people who try to be funny
at breakfast, you are wrong," he said. "I am usually in a bad mood in
early morning. I repeat to you, the choice is open to you. Either you
go to America with Mrs. Van Hopper or you come home to Manderley with me."
"Do you mean you want a secretary or
something?"
"No, I'm asking you to marry me, you little
fool."
The waiter came with the breakfast, and I sat with my hands
in my lap, watching him put down the pot of coffee and the jug of milk.
"You don't understand," I
said, when the waiter had gone; "I don't belong to your circle."
"What is my circle?"
"Well... Manderley. You know what I
mean."
He picked up his spoon and helped himself to marmalade.l
"What do you know of Manderley? I'm the person to judge whether you belong
there or not. You think I ask you to marry me for the same reason you believed
I drove you in the car. To be kind. Don't you?" "Yes," I said.
"One day," he went on, spreading marmalade on his
toast, "you may realize that philanthropy is not my
He... helped himself to marmalade. — OH... ITOJIOHCHJI
ceõe no
BHAJIO.
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strongest quality. L You haven't answered my question.
Do you want to marry me?"
I was silent, bewildered. He took my silence for refusal.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought you
loved me. A fine blow to my conceit."
"I love you," I said. "I love you very
much. I've been crying all night because I thought I should never see you
again.'
He laughed and stretched his hand to me across the breakfast
table. "Bless you for that," he said; "one day, when you get
much older, I'll remind you of this moment. And you won't believe me. It's a
pity you have to grow up." I was ashamed already and angry with him for
laughing. Perhaps women do not make those confessions to men. I had a lot to
learn.
"So that's settled, isn't it?" he said,
going on with his toast and marmalade. "Instead of being companion to Mrs.
Van Hopper you become mine, and your duties will be almost the same. I also
like new library books, and flowers in the drawing-room, and bridge after
dinner. And someone to pour out my tea."
I drummed with my fingers on the table, uncertain of myself
and of him. Was he still laughing at me, was it all a joke? He looked up and
saw the anxiety on my face. "I'm being a brute to you, aren't I?" he
said, "this isn't your idea of a proposal. We ought to be in a garden, you
in a white dress with a rose in your hand, and a violin must play a waltz in
the distance. And I should make violent love to you behind a palm tree. Poor
dearl, don't get upset, I'll take you to Venice for our honeymoon and we'll
hold hands in the gon-

I Poor dear — BeAHH}KKa
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dola. But we won't stay too long, because
I want to show you Manderley."
He wanted to show me Manderley... And suddenly I realized
that it would happen; I would be his wife, I would be Mrs. de Winter and we
would walk in the garden together. I knew now why I had bought that picture
post-card as a child; it was a premonition, a step into the future.
"Am I going to break the news to Mrs. Van Hopper or
are you?" he said.
"You tell her," I said; "she'll be so
angry."
We got up from the table and I followed him to the lift. We
came to the door of the suite. He opened the door, and we were inside the suite
in the little entrance passage.
"Is that you?" called Mrs. Van Hopper from the
sitting-room. "What on earth have you been doing? I've rung the office
three times and they said they hadn't seen you.'
"I'm afraid it's all my fault," he said, going
into the sitting-room, shutting the door behind him, and I heard her
exclamation of surprise.
I went into my bedroom and sat down by the open window. I
wondered what he was saying to her, how he phrased his words. Perhaps he said,
"I fell in love with her, you know, the very first time we met. We've been
seeing one another every day." And she in answer, "Why, Mr. de
Winter, it's the most romantic thing I've ever heard."
In love. He had not said anything yet about being in love.
No time perhaps. It was all so hurried at the breakfast table. Marmalade, and
coffee, and that tangerine. No time. No, he had not said anything about being
in love.
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Just that we would be married. Short and
definite. Not like younger men, being very passionate, swearing
impossibilities. Not like he did the first time, asking Rebecca...
I must not think of that. A thought
forbidden, prompted by demons. He loves me, he wants to show me Manderley...
Will they ever finish their talking, will they ever call me into the room?
There was a book of poems lying beside my bed. He forgot he had given it to me.
"Come on," whispered the demon, "open the title-page; that's
what you want to do, isn't it? Open the title-page."
I picked up the book. "Max from Rebecca". She was
dead, and one must not have thoughts about the dead. They slept in peace and
the grass grew over their graves. But how alive was her writing, how full of
force. It was just as if it had been written yesterday. I took my nail scissors
and cut out the page, looking over my shoulder like a criminal. I tore the page
up in many little pieces and threw them into the waste-paper basket. I felt
better, much better.
The door opened and he came into the room.
"All's well," he said; "shock made her
speechless at first, but she's beginning to recover. Go and talk to her.'
I went to Mrs. Van Hopper. She was standing by the window,
smoking a cigarette, her ridiculous hat perched sideways on her headl.
"Well," she said in a dry and hard voice,
"still waters run deep2. How did you manage it?"
I did not know what to answer. I did not like her smile.
"It was a lucky thing for you I had the influenza," she said. "I
realize now how you spent your days,

 her ridiculous hat perched sideways on her head — ee Hecy-
pa3Efflfl IllJ1fl11a 6b1J1a
CJ\BHHyrra Ha60K  still waters run deep — B THXOM 0MYTe qeprrn BOAflTCfi
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and why you ewere so forgetful. You should
have told me, you know."
"I'm sorry," I said.
She looked at me curiously and ran her eyes over my figure.
"He tells me he wants to marry you. Well, it has nothing to do with mel, I
wash my hands of this affair.
You realize he's years older than
you?"
"He's only forty-two," I said, "and I
look older than my age."
She laughed and dropped cigarette ash on the floor.
"You certainly do," she said.
I thought she was going to be generous after all, hold out
her hand and wish me luck. But she took out her vanity bag2 and began powdering
her nose.
"Of course," she said, "you know why he is
marrying you, don't you? Don't flatter yourself he's in love with you. The fact
is that empty house got on his nerves so much he nearly lost his head. He
admitted it before you came into the room. He just can't go on living there
alone..."
Activities
 Pre-reading Task
Practise the
pronunciation of the following words:
indefinable, pause, despair, conceit,
remind, marmalade, anxiety, waltz, scissors.

1 it has nothing to do with me — RO MHe 3T0 He HMeeT
OTHOLL1e-
2
vanity bagcyrwot1Ka•, Kocr„rerrnu.nca
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1

[mdl ' famabl] [po:z] [dlS ' pea] [ '
kan Tsi:t] mamd] ma:moleld] [æn' zaratl] srzaz]
Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
Translate the sentences using the words from the box
in the right form.

a departure a trunk to get rid of
to annoy a pretext

a message to afford to hide (hid, hidden) bewildered a
  fault

I) Mbl AOJ1}KHb1 B3flTb
HOCHJIb1_UHKa. V Hac ABa 6011bqeMonaHa.
2)
Mbl He MOHceM
H03BOJIHTb ceõe OTAbIXaTb aa rpaHHueü.
3)
Ee BHHa B 9TOM
aevue 6b1J1a 40Ka3aHa.
4)
MO}KHO MHe
OCTaBHTb cooõrueHHe AJIfl roc110AuHa N?
5)
neBY111Ka Tar-c
CMYTHJ1aCb, wro HHqero He MOTJ1a OÕ'bfiCHHTb.
6)
PeRJIaMa Ha
rreJ1eBHAeHHH pa3ApaHcaerr MHOI'HX Te-ne3pwreJ1eit (TV -viewers).
7)
MH He 3HaJIH,
KYAa OHa cnpwra.na
8)
Muccnc BaH Xonnep
HCKaJ1a npea.nor, WI'06bE no3HaKOMHTbCfl C MHœrepoM Ae BHHTepoM. 9) ECJIH
Mbl He AocrraHeM 6VIJreTb1 Ha aavrpa, Mbl OTJIŒKHM Ham 0T'be.3A.
10) ECJIH or-la xoqeT crraTb
awrpncoñ, OHa AOJ1'KHa H.36aBHTbCfl OT aRuewra.
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2

dull miserable pride to enjoy to be upset

sadness a brute alive beneath forbidden

Replace the italicized words with their
antonyms from the box.
1)
He behaved like a
gentleman.

4)
  After the
  divorce she seemed happy.
5)
  The film was very interesting.
6)
  Smoking during
  flights is permitted.
7)
  He recollected about his participation in the last Olympic
  Games with shame.
8)
  There is a
  birds' nest above the roof of our house.
9)
  We were delighted with the results of the football match.
10)
  Every morning she woke up with a feeling of joy.

I) Mrs. Van Hopper decided to leave Monte
  Carlo.
2)
  Daphne did not want to go to New York.
3)
  Mr. de Winter did not have lunch and supper in the restaurant.
4)
  Daphne ran to Max de Winter's room.
5)
  she did not leave Mrs. Van Hopper right away.
6)
  Daphne did not
  believe that Maxim would marry her.
7)
  Maxim did not want to stay in Italy for a honeymoon too long.
8)
  Daphne tried not to think of Rebecca.
9)
  she cut out the title page from the book.

2)
When the ambulance arrived the man was dead.
3)
We did not like
our stay in the Crimea this year.
6)
I already (to write out) the new words but (to learn) them yet.
7)
When my friend
(to visit) me, I (to be) out.
8)
Before Mr. de Winter (to come) to Monte Carlo he (to live) in his
estate near London.
 Checking Comprehension
Say why:

3 Open the brackets using the verbs
in Past Simple, Present Perfect or Past Perfect.
1)
The train (to leave) just five minutes ago.
2)
By the end of the week we (to gather) all the necessary
documents.
3)
— You (to buy) the dictionary? — Yes, I (to buy) it yesterday.
4)
You ever (to be) to Paris? — Yes. When you (to be) there? — I (to
be) there two years ago.
10) Mrs. Van Hopper did not congratulate
Daphne.
Discussion Tasks
Make up and act out dialogues between:
I) Daphne and Max de Winter.

5) We (to come) to
  the theatre when the performance already (to begin).
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2) Daphne and Mrs. Van Hopper.

CHAPTER 5
We came to Manderley in early May. We left London in the
morning in a heavy rain and came to Manderley at about five o'clock, in time
for tea.
"This is London rain," said Maxim when we left,
"you will see, when we come to Manderley the sun will be shining."
And he was right, for the clouds left us at Exeter, they rolled away behind us,
leaving a blue sky above our heads and a white road in front of us.
"Feeling better?" asked Maxim and I smiled at him,
taking his hand and thinking of how much he guessed of my nervousness. It did
not occur to him that I was
afraid of this arrival at Manderley as much as I had
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wished it in theory. I was like a child
brought to her first school; it seemed to me that I did not know at all how to
behave myself and I should not know whether to stand or sit, what spoons and
forks to use at dinner.
"Here we
are," he said, with a new note of excitement in his voice, and I gripped
the leather seat of the car with my two hands.
The road twisted before us; on the left there were two
high iron gates beside a lodge, open wide to the long drive to the house. As we
were driving through I saw faces looking out of the dark window of the lodge
and my heart was beating quickly, because I knew why the faces were at the
window.
They wanted to see what I was like. I could imagine them
now, talking excitedly, laughing in the kitchen. Perhaps Maxim guessed
something of my shyness at last, for he took my hand and kissed it, and said
laughing:
"You mustn't mind if there's a certain amount of
curiosity. Everyone will want to know what you are like. They have probably
talked of nothing else for weeks. You have only got to be yourself and they all
will adore you. And you don't have to worry about the house. Mrs. Danvers does
everything. She'll be cold with you at first, I think, but you mustn't let it
worry you. It's just her manner."
I did not say anything, for I was thinking of how long
ago I bought a picture post-card of Manderley in a village shop, and came out
pleased with my purchase, thinking: "This will do for my album. l"
And now I would live here, this would be my home.
We were not far from the estate now. I saw the drive
broaden, we turned the last corner, and so came to Manderley. Yes, there it
was, the Manderley I had ex-

I This will
do for my album. — 9rro rroaoi1Ae'1'                                              Moero
aJ1b60Ma.
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pected, the Manderley of my picture-card
long ago. As we drove up to the wide stone steps and stopped before the open
door, I saw through one of the windows that the hall was full of people, and I
heard Maxim swear under his breathl. "Damn that woman," he said;
"she knows perfectly well I did not want this sort of thing," and he
put on the brakes with a jerk.
The butler came down the steps and
opened the door for me.
"Well, here we are, Frith,"
said Maxim, taking off his gloves. "It was raining when we left London but
you don't seem to have had it here. Everyone well?"
"Yes, sir, thank you. Glad to see you home, and
hope you are keeping well. And Madam too."
"Yes, we are both well, thank
you, Frith. Rather tired from the drive, and wanting our. tea. Come on,"
he turned to me "it won't take long, and then you shall have your
tea."
We went together up the steps, and I felt a little pain at
the pit of my stomach2. Someone stepped forward from the sea of faces, someone
tall and thin, dressed in deep black with big hollow eyes3 on a white,
skeletonlike face.
She came towards me, and I held out my hand; but when she
took my hand, hers was heavy and deathly cold, and it lay in mine like a
lifeless thing.
"This is Mrs. Danvers," said Maxim, and she began
to speak, still leaving that dead hand in mine, her hollow eyes never leaving
my eyes, and I was aware of a sensation of discomfort and of shame.

1
under his breath
— menorroM
2
at the pit of my
stomach — JIDKetIKOÜ
3
hollow eyes     aanaB111He
r.naaa
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When she finished, she waited, as though for a reply, and I
remember blushing scarlet, stammering some sort of thanks in return, and
dropping both my gloves in confusion. She picked them up, and as she handed
them to me I saw a little smile of scorn upon her lips, and I guessed at once
she considered me ill-bred. Maxim took my arm and made a little speech of
thanks and then he led me off to the library to tea, closing the doors behind
us, and we were alone again.
Two cocker spaniels came
from the fireside to greet us. One was the mother, blind in one eye, and soon
she had returned to the fire, but Jasper, the younger, put his nose into my
hand, and laid a chin upon my knee, his tail wagging when I stroked his silken
ears.
I felt better when I had taken my hat and my cheap fur off,
and thrown them both on the chair. Soon tea was brought to us, and while Maxim
glanced through a great pile of letters I swallowed the hot tea.
From time to time he looked up at me and smiled, and I
thought how little I knew of his life here at Manderley, of the people he knew,
of his friends, men and women, of what orders he gave about his household. The
last weeks had gone so quickly, and I driving by his side through France and
Italy — thought only of how I loved him, asking no questions of the past and
future, happy with the present. During those weeks I had forgotten that he had
another life, a life which he must continue again as before.
My thoughts were disturbed by the opening of the door, and
Frith came in to take away the tea. "Mrs. Danvers wonders, Madam, whether
you would like to see your room," he said to me when the tea had been
taken away.
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Maxim glanced up from his letters. "Run along and make
friends with Mrs. Danvers. I'll finish these letters and then I'll join you."
I got up slowly and went out into the hall. I wished I could
wait for him, and then, taking his arm, see the rooms together. I did not want
to go alone, with Mrs. Danvers.
A black figure stood waiting for me at the head of the
stairs, the hollow eyes watching me intently from the white face. I went up the
long stairs towards her, and she waited motionless, her eyes never leaving my
face.
We went along a broad, carpeted passage, and then turned
left, through an oak door and down a narrow flight of stairs to another door.
She flung it open, standing aside to let me pass, and I came to a little
boudoir, furnished with a sofa, chairs, and a writing-desk, which opened out to
a large double bedroom with wide windows and a bathroom. I went at once to the
window and looked out.
"You can't see the sea from
there," I said, turning to Mrs. Danvers.
"No, not from this wing," she answered, "you
can't even hear it.'
"I'm sorry about that; I like the sea," I
said.
She did not answer; she just went on staring at me, folding
her hands before her.
"However, it's a very charming room," I said,
"and I'm sure I shall be comfortable."
She was silent. I wished she would go away. I wondered why
she must go on standing there, watching me, her hands folded on her black
dress.
"I suppose you have been at Manderley for many
years," I said, making a new effort.
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"I came here when
the first Mrs. de Winter was a bride," she said, and her voice which had
been dull and toneless, was now full of life and warmth, and there was some
colour on her thin cheeks.
The change was so sudden that I was shocked and a
little frightened. I had to say something, I could not let her see how much I
feared and mistrusted her.
"Mrs. Danvers," I heard myself saying,
"I hope we shall be friends and come to understand one another. You must
have patience with me, you know, because this sort of life is new to me. I want
to make a success of it, and above all to make Mr. de Winter happy. I know I
can leave all household arrangements to you. You may just run things as they
have always been run; I shan't make any changes."
I looked up and saw that she was standing with her hand on
the handle of the door.
"Very good," she said, "I hope I shall do
everything to your satisfaction. The house has been in my charge for more than
a year, and Mr. de Winter has never complained. It was very different of course
when the late Mrs. de Winter was alive; there were a lot of parties, and though
I managed the things, she liked to supervise everything herself."
Once again I had the impression that she was watching for
the effect of her words upon my face.
"Mr. de Winter said you would
prefer to live on this side," she said, "though the bedroom in the
west wing is twice as large as this. It is very beautiful too, the most
beautiful in the house. And the windows look down to the sea."
I felt uncomfortable. I did not know why she tried to stress
that this room, where I found myself, was inferior, not up to Manderley
standard, a second-rate room for a second-rate person.
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"They used to live in the west wing when Mrs. de Winter
was alive," she continued. "That big room, I was telling about, that
looked down to the sea, was Mrs. de Winter's bedroom."
Then I saw a shadow on her face, and
she drew back against the wall, as Maxim came into the room.
"How is it?" he asked me.
"All right? Do you think you'll like it?"
He looked round with enthusiasm. "It was used all those
years as a guest-room," he said. "You've made everything very well,
Mrs. Danvers. "
"Thank you, sir," she said without expression and
then she turned and went out of the room.
"How did you get on with old Danvers?" he said
abruptly.
I turned away and began combing my hair before the
looking-glass. "She seems a little unfriendly," I said after a moment
or two; "perhaps she thought I was going to interfere with the running of
the house."
"Don't mind her," he said; "she's an
extraordinary character in many ways, and possibly not very easy for another
woman to get on with. But let's forget about her, she does not interest me very
much, I'm afraid. Come along, and let me show you something of Manderley."
We sat in the library after dinner.
It was new for us to sit together like this, after dinner, for in Italy we had
wandered about, gone into little cafes, walked or driven. "This has been
his custom for years," I thought, "this is what he has always
done."
And as I sat there, stroking the soft ears of Jasper,
it occurred to me, that I was not the first one to sit there in that arm-chair;
someone had been before me and left an imprint of her person on the cushions,
and on the arm where her hand had rested. Another one had
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poured the coffee from that silver
coffee pot, had placed the cup to her lips, had bent down to the dog as I was
doing.
Unconsciously, I shivered as though someone had
opened the door behind me. I was sitting in Rebecca's arm-chair, I was leaning
against Rebecca's cushion, and the dog had come to me and laid his head upon my
knee because that had been his custom, and he remembered, in the past, she had
given sugar to him there.
Activities
 Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
leather, guess, damn, stomach,
discomfort, blind, swallow, enthusiasm, wander, unconsciously.
[ ' leða] [ges] [dæm] stnmak] [drs'knmfot]
[blamd] swolao] [m' eju:zr' æzm] ['wonda] [An' konfasll]
Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
1
Find in the text the English equivalents for the following words
and word combinations:
CHJIbHb11i AO}KAb, eruy He lipuxoawro
B 1'0J10BY, r10MecTbe, merlOTOM, 1--1aHcarrb Ha TOPM03, rrp0TflHYTb pyRY,
IIJIOXO BOCnnrraHHbIü, 40Ma111Hee X03fliCTBO, Ha BepxHei IIJIOI.qaARe
necTHHUb1, aenarrb YCHJIHe, AOÕHTbCfl ycnexa, rrpe'KAe Bcero, BeCTH
X03fliiCTBO, HaA3HpaTb, BTOPOCOPTHb1Ü, 110JIaAHTb C KeM-JIHÕO.
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2
Translate the sentences using the following expressions with the
verbs to do and to make.

to make a success to do for smth to make friends to do
without smth to make up with smb to do with smth to make the best of smth to do
harm (good) to make oneself at home to have nothing to do with smb

I)
Tbl AOJ1}KHa
HOMHPHTbCfl CO CBOeñ MaMOü.
       2)            Mory
OÕOÜTHCb game¼R0ñ qaq H 6yrepõp0A0M
Ha YHCHH.
3) OHH CKOPO IIOAPÞRHJIHCE,.
4)
He Mory
oÕoiáTHCb 6e3 R0M11brorrepa.
5)
YBepeH, wro OH
AOÕbeTCH ycnexa.
6)
He
60iáTecb: 9TH rpnõbl He 110BpeAflT BaM (He npn-
BpeAa).
7)
fl He xoqy HMeTb
C HMM HHqero 06ruero.
8)
HYBCTByürre
ceõfl I-caK AOMa.
9)
AYMaKJ, wro 9TH  He nonoñAYT R MoeMY naJ1bT0.
10)
Mbl nocrrapaeMca
HC110J1b30BaTb 9TH aeHbTH Hau-

3
Open the brackets
using the verbs in Future Simple, Future Continuous or Future Perfect.
I)
How long you (to stay) in St. Petersburg? You (to go) to the
Hermitage?
2)
When the rain stops, I (to walk) my dog.
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3)
At this time tomorrow I (to fly) to the sea-shore. 4) "By
the end of our excursion you (to see) all places of interest," the guide
said to the tourists.
5)
Don't come tomorrow before 12 0'clock. I (to have) a music
lesson.
6)
I wonder when the
film (to be) on.
7)
I hope that by July I (to pass) my school examinations and from
August I (to prepare) for my entrance exams to the University.
8)
Let's meet at a
quarter to 7. I (to wait) for you at the entrance to the theatre.
9 Checking Comprehension
Answer the questions.
1)
What was the weather like when Maxim and his young wife arrived
at Manderley?
2)
How did Daphne feel when they were coming to Manderley?
3)
Who met them at Manderley?
4)
Mrs. Danvers's hand was heavy and deathly cold, wasn't it?
5)
What was Daphne
thinking about while Maxim was looking through his letters?
6)
Did Daphne feel comfortable in Mrs. Danvers's presence?
7)
What caused changes in Mrs. Danvers's manner during her
conversation with Mrs. de Winter?
8)
What did she try to stress speaking about the bedroom?
9)
Did Daphne understand the reason of Mrs. Danvers's
unfriendliness?
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10)
Who did Daphne
think about when she was sitting in the library near Maxim?

Discussion Tasks
I Describe the first meeting of Daphne
and Mrs. Danvers.
2 Act out a dialogue between the
heroine and Mrs. Danvers beginning with the words "I suppose you have been
at Manderley for many years" up to the words "That big room... was
Mrs. de Winter's bedroom."
CHAPTER 6
I had never realized, of course, that life at Manderley
would be so orderly and planned. I remember now, looking back, how on that
first morning Maxim was up and dressed and writing letters, even before
breakfast, and when I got downstairs, after nine o'clock, I found he had nearly
finished.
He looked up at me and smiled. "You mustn't mind,' he
said; "this is something you will have to get used to. Running a
place like Manderley, is a full-time job.'
I remember well how impressed I was;
impressed by the magnificence of the breakfast offered to
us. There was tea, in a great tea-pot, and coffee too, and
dishes of boiled and fried eggs, of bacon, and another of fish. There was
porridge in a silver bowl, and toasts, and various pots of jam, marmalade, and
honey, while dessert dishes, piled high with fruit, stood at the end of the
table.
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It seemed strange to me that Maxim, who in Italy and
France had eaten a croissant and fruit only, should sit down to this breakfast
at home, enough for a dozen people, seeing nothing ridiculous about it.
I noticed he had eaten a small piece of fish. I took a
boiled egg and I wondered what happened to the rest — all those eggs, bacon,
the porridge, the remains of the fish. Were there servants waiting behind
kitchen doors for the gift of our breakfast? Or was it all thrown away? I would
never dare to ask, of course.
"Thank God, I haven't a great crowd of relatives to
introduce to you," said Maxim, "a sister I very rarely see, and a
grandmother who is nearly blind. Beatrice, by the way, asks a permission to
come to lunch. I suppose she wants to have a look at you."
"Today?" I said with a falling
heart.
"Yes, but she won't stay long. You'll like her, I
think. She's very direct; if she doesn't like you she'll tell you so, to your
face." I found this hardly comforting and asked myself if sometimes it was
better to be not too sincere.
Maxim got up from his chair and lit a cigarette. "I'd
like to take you round the garden, but I must see Crawley, my agent. He'll be
in for lunch, too, by the way. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not," I said. "It's quite
all right."
Then he picked up his letters and went out of the room, and
I remember thinking that was not how I imagined my first morning. I sat long
over the breakfast, and it was only when I saw Frith come in and look at me,
that I realized it was after ten o'clock. I sprang to my feet at once, feeling
guiltÿ and apologized for sitting there so late, and he bowed, saying
nothing, but I caught surprise in his eyes. Perhaps I should not have
apologized. I wished I knew what to say, what to
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do, but these were the things to be acquired,
painfully, perhaps, and slowly, costing me many bitter moments.
I went upstairs to my bedroom, but when I opened the
door I found the housemaids there, doing the room. They looked at me in
surprise. It was not right, then, for me to go to my room at that hour in the
morning. I crept downstairs once more, silently, and went into the library,
which was cool, as the fire was not lit there yet.
I looked round for a box of matches but could not find one.
I decided then to fetch the matches from the sideboard in the dining-room. I
tiptoed out into the hall and listened. All was quiet, so I went across the
hall and into the dining-room once more. I crossed the room quickly and picked
up the matches, and as I did so Frith came back into the room. I tried to hide
the box into my pocket, but I saw him glance at my hand in surprise.
"Do you want anything, Madam?" he said.
"Oh, Frith," I said awkwardly, "I could not
find any matches. I felt rather cool in the library and I thought perhaps I
would put a match to the fire."
"The fire in the library is not
usually lit until the afternoon, Madam," he said. "Mrs. de Winter
always used the morning-room. There is a good fire in there. Of course if you
wish to have the fire in the library as well, I will give orders for it to be
lit."
"Oh, no," I said, "I will go into the
morning-room. Thank you, Frith."
I turned away into the hall again trying to look confident.
I could not tell Frith that I had never seen the morning-room, that Maxim had
not shown it to me the night before. I knew he was standing in the entrance to
the dining-room, watching me. I could not deceive him.
"You go straight through the double
drawing-room,
Madam," he said, "and turn to your
left."
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"Thank you, Frith," I said
humbly, pretending no longer.
I went through the long drawing-room, as he had
directed. A lovely room it was, with pictures on the wall and those tables and
chairs probably without price. But I had no wish to stay there. It looked more
like a museum than like a living room. I went through it, and turned to the
left, and so on to the little morning-room I had not seen before.
I went to the window that looked out upon the
rhododendrons. There were great blood-red bushes of them beneath the open
window, and in the centre of a little clearing between them there was a tiny
statue of a naked faun holding his pipe near his lips.
This was a woman's room, elegant, cozy, the room of
someone who had chosen every piece of furniture with great care, so that each
chair, each vase, each small thing should be in harmony with one another, and
with her own personality.
And there were rhododendrons everywhere. The room was
filled with them, even the walls took colour from them, becoming rich and
glowing in the morning sun.
I went and sat at the writing-desk. The pigeon-holes
were marked "letters unanswered", "letters to keep",
"household", "menus", "miscellaneous" , each
label written in that pointed hand-writing that I knew already. And it shocked
me to recognize it again, for I had not seen it since I had cut out the page
from the book of poems.
I opened the drawer and there was an open leather book,
whose heading "Guests at Manderley", showed at once what visitors had
come and gone, the rooms they had used, the food they had eaten. There were
also visiting cards in little boxes. I took one out and looked at it.
"Mrs. de Winter" it said, and in the corner "Manderley". I
put it back in the box again, feeling suddenly guilty, as
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though I were staying in somebody else's
house and my hostess had said to me, "Yes, of course, write letters at my
desk", and I had in a stealthy manner peeped at her correspondence. At any
moment she could come back into the room and she would see me there, sitting
before her open drawer, which I had no right to touch.
And when the telephone rang, suddenly, on the desk in front
of me, my heart leapt and I started up in terror, thinking I had been
discovered. I took the receiver off with trembling hands, and "Who is
it?" I said. "Who do you want?" A voice came low and rather
harsh, I could not tell whether that was of a woman or a man. "Mrs. de
Winter?" it said. "Mrs. de Winter?"
"I'm afraid you have made a mistake," I said,
"Mrs. de Winter has been dead for over a year." It was not until the
name was repeated again that I had understood with a rush of colour on my face
what a silly thing I had said. "It's Mrs. Danvers, Madam," said the
voice. "I'm speaking to you on the house telephone."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Danvers," I said,
stammering, "the telephone startled me, I didn't know what I was
saying." "I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Madam," she said,
"I only wondered whether you wished to see me, and whether you approved of
the menus for today."
"Oh," I said, "I'm sure I do. Just order what
you like, Mrs. Danvers, •you needn't ask me.'
"I'm very sorry I disturbed you while you were
writing, Madam."
"You didn't disturb me at all,' I said,
"please don't apologize. "
"The post leaves at midday, and Robert will come for
your letters."
"Thank you, Mrs. Danvers," I said. I listened a
moment, but she said no more, and then I heard a little
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click at the end of the telephone, which
meant she had replaced the receiver. I did the same. Then I looked down again
at the desk. The words on the pigeon-holes were like a reproach to me for my
idleness. She, who sat there before me, had not wasted her time, as I was
doing. She gave her orders for the day and ran her pencil perhaps through an
item in the menu that had not pleased her. And then she wrote her letters,
five, six, seven perhaps in that curious, slanting hand I knew so well.
I drummed with my fingers on the desk. I could think of
nobody to write to. Only Mrs. Van Hopper. And there was something foolish,
rather ironical, in the realization that here I was sitting at my own desk in
my own home with nothing better to do than to write a letter to a woman I
disliked, whom I should never see again. I pulled a sheet of notepaper towards
me and took up a narrow thin pen. "Dear Mrs. Van Hopper," I began.
And as I wrote I noticed for the first time how bad and unformed was my own
hand-writing; without individuality, without style, uneducated even, the
writing of a pupil taught in a second-rate school.
Activities
Pre-reading Task
Practise the
pronunciation of the following words:
bowl, high, heart, guilty, acquire, blood, faun,
miscellaneous, stealthy, touch, approve, idleness.
[baol] [hall [ha:t] glltl] [a 'kwara] [blAdl [fo:n] muso' lemas] ['steler] [tAtJ]
[a'pru:v] ['aidinas]
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  Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks

5)

When
  I (to viŠit) the Orlovs, they (to pack) their things. They (to leave)
  for the country tomor-

1 Match up the words and word combinations

in the

row.

left column with their Russian equivalents

in the

6)

Today
  at 5 0'clock we (to watch) "Dog Show" on

right column.

the TV.

1)
hand-writinga) rraKH€e, TOHce 7) — How long you (to wait) for the bus? I (to 2)
second-rateb) eABa JIH wait) for almost an hour already but no bus (to 3) as
well c) BblrJIHaeTb YBepeHHb1M come) yet.
4) in a stealthy mannerd) ynpeR 8) A
lot of terrible catastrophes (to happen) in the 5) on tiptoee)
BTOPOCOPTHb1Ü world lately.
6) to look confidentf)
pa3Hoe 9) — You often (to go) to the library? — No, I (not 7) a reproachg) Ha
11brnot1Kax to be) there since last year.
8) remainsh) ocrraTKH 10) He (to say)
that his son (to learn) French. He 9) miscellaneousi) YKpaaRoü (to learn)
it for three years and (to make) great 10) hardly j) noqepK progress.

2 Find in the text the synonyms for the
  following

words and word combinations:

Checking Comprehension

to understand, to manage smth, absurd, to get ac-

true or false.

customed, relations, frank, to jump, fast,
  to look, to

Say whether these statements are

cheat, self-assured, beautiful, stupid, to trouble.

I) The breakfast at Manderley consisted
  of croissants and fruit.

3 Open the brackets using the verbs in the proper

2) After breakfast Maxim took
  Daphne round the

form.

garden.

1) After this actress (to get) a prize at an interna-

3)
  Daphne did not know how to get to the morning-

tional film festival she (to become)
  famous.

room.

2) We (to arrive) at St. Petersburg early
  in the morn-

4) The morning-room looked like a museum.

ing. The rain (to stop) but a strong wind
  (to blow).

5) Daphne felt herself the hostess of
  Manderley.

3) By the end of this month the judge (to study) all

6)
  When the telephone rang, Daphne started up in

the materials of this case.

terror because she thought she had been discov-

4) I think Boris is late because he (to
  get) into a traf-

ered.

fic jam. Perhaps he (to stand) somewhere in the

7)
  Daphne wanted to write a letter to Mrs. Van

centre.

Hopper.

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8) She thought that her hand-writing
was better than that of Rebecca.
Discussion Tasks
Imagine that you are
Daphne. Tell us about your visit to the morning-room.

CHAPTER 7
When I heard the sound of the car in the drive, I got up
in sudden panic, glancing at the clock, for I knew that it meant Beatrice and
her husband had arrived. They were much earlier than I had expected. And Maxim
was not yet back. I wondered if it would be possible to hide, to get out of the
window, into the garden so that Frith, bringing them to the morning-room, would
say, "Madam must have gone out", and it would seem quite natural.
I went quickly into the big drawing-room and made for a
door near me on the left. It led into a long dark corridor that I had not seen
before, and I ran along it until I came to a little alcove, set in an outside
wall,
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where a broad window gave me light at
last. I looked out and saw below me the grass lawns stretching to the sea, and
the sea itself.
It was closer than I
had thought, much closer. I knew that I had made the round of the house, and
was standing in the corridor of the west wing. Yes, Mrs. Danvers was right. You
could hear the sea from here. Somehow I was glad my rooms were in the east wing.
I preferred the rose-garden to the sound of the sea. I went back to the
landing, and prepared to go down, when I heard the door behind me open, and it
was Mrs. Danvers. We stared at one another for a moment without speaking, and I
felt the colour come up into my face.
"I lost my way," I said, "I was trying to
find my room. '
"You have come to the opposite side
of the house, she said; "this is the west
wing." "Yes, I know," I said.
"Perhaps you would like me to show you all over the
west wing?" she asked.
I shook my head. "No, I'd rather not, 1 said. "No,
I must go downstairs." I began to walk down the stairs, and she came with
me, by my side, as though she were a guard, and I was a prisoner.
I went down the big stairway into the
hall, knowing she was standing there above me, her eyes watching me. I knew I
had to go back now, to the morning-room, and meet Maxim's sister
and her husband. I could not hide in my bedroom now.
I stood for a moment outside the morning-room with
my hand on the door, listening to the hum of voices. Maxim had returned, while
I had been upstairs, bringing his agent with him I suppose, for it sounded to
me as if the room was full of people. I turned the handle of the
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door and was met at once, it seemed, with a
sea of faces and a general silence.
"Here she is at last," said Maxim. "Where
have you been hiding? We were thinking of sending out a search party. Here is
Beatrice, and this is Giles, and this is Frank Crawley."
Beatrice was tall, broad-shouldered, very handsome,
very much like Maxim about the eyes, but not as snobbish as I had expected,
much simpler. She did not kiss me. She hook hands very firmly, looking me
straight in the eyes, and then turned to Maxim. "Quite different from what
I expected. Doesn't answer to your description at all."
Everyone laughed, and I joined in, not quite certain if the
laugh was against me or not, wondering secretly what it was she had expected,
and what had been Max-
im's description.
She was examining me from head to foot, as I had expected,
but in a direct, straightforward fashion, not maliciously like Mrs. Danvers,
not with unfriendliness. She had a right to judge me, she was Maxim's sister,
and Maxim himself came to my help, putting his arm through mine, giving me
confidence.
We were discussing our journey to Italy when the door
opened and Frith announced that lunch was served. We all got up and walked
through the drawing-room to the hall, Beatrice and I a little ahead of the men.
She was taking my arm.
"You know," she said, "you are even younger
than I had expected. Maxim told me your age, but you're an absolute child.
Tell me, are you very much in love with him?"
I was not prepared for this question, and she must have seen
the surprise in my face, for she laughed lightly, and squeezed my arm.
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"Don't answer," she said. "I can see what you
feel. You mustn't mind me. I'm devoted to Maxim, you know, though we always
bicker like cat and dog when we meet. I congratulate you on his looks. We were
all very worried about him this time last year, but of course you know the
whole story." I wondered what Beatrice would say if she realized that I
knew nothing of that preceding

year, no details of the tragedy that had
happened there, in the bay, that Maxim kept these things to himself and I never
questioned him.
Lunch passed off better than I had dared to hope. When
it was over Maxim said, "Beatrice, take her out in the garden; she hasn't
seen the place yet."
We went out to the terrace and walked down to the green
lawns.
"Tell me about yourself," said Beatrice;
"what were you doing in the south of France? Living with some shocking
American woman, Maxim said.
I explained about Mrs. Van Hopper, and she seemed
sympathetic but listened a little absently, as though she were thinking of
something else.
"Yes," she said, when I paused, "it all
happened very suddenly, as you say. But of course we were all delighted, my
dear, and I do hopel you will be happy."
"Thank you, Beatrice," I said, "thank you very
much."
"When Maxim wrote me," she went
on, taking my arm, "that he had discovered you in
the south of France, and you were very young, very pretty, I must admit it gave
me a bit of shock. We all expected a social butterfly, very modern and
plastered with makeup, the sort of girl you expected to meet in those sort
1 I do hope fl oqeHb HaneK)Cb (PJraF0JI do ycqsneHHfl)
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of places. When you came into the
morning-room before lunch, you could have knocked me down with a feather 1.
She laughed, and I laughed with her. But she did not say
whether or not she was disappointed by my appearance or relieved.
"Poor Maxim," she said, "he
went through an awful
time, and let's hope you will make him
forget about it. Of course he adores Manderley. By the way, how do you get on
with Mrs. Danvers?" she asked suddenly.
I bent down and began stroking Jasper's ears. "I
have not seen very much of her," I said; "she frightens me a
little."
"Did she seem friendly?"
"No," I said. "No, not very."
"I dare say she will get over it in time," said
Beatrice, "but it may make things rather unpleasant for you at first. Of
course she's insanely jealous."
"Why?" I asked, looking up at her. "Why
should she be jealous? Maxim does not seem to be particularly fond of
her."
"My dear child, it's not Maxim she's thinking of,"
said Beatrice; "I think she respects him and all that2, but nothing more.
She resents your being here, that's the trouble."
"Why?" I said. "Why should
she resent me?"
"I though you knew. I thought Maxim
had told you.
She simply adored Rebecca."
"Oh," I said. "Oh, I see."
We both went on stroking Jasper, who, unaccustomed to such attention, rolled over on his
back in ecstasy.

I to knock down with a feather — OILIeJIOMHTb
2 and all that — H BCe rraxoe
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"Here are the men," said Beatrice, "let's
have some chairs out and sit under the chestnut."
We all went and sat down under the
chestnut tree. From time to time I caught Beatrice's eye upon me as though she
were saying to herself: "What on earth does Maxim see in her?" but it
was kind, not unfriendly.
I listened to the conversation, leaning against Maxim's arm.
He stroked my hand absently, talking to Beatrice.
"That's what I do to Jasper,"
I thought. "I'm being like Jasper now, leaning against him.
He pats me now and againl when he remembers, and I'm pleased. He likes me in
the way he likes Jasper."
"Well, I suppose we ought to be off," said
Beatrice, brushing the grass from her skirt. We got up. "Come and see us
if you feel like it," she said. "I always expect people to come
without invitations. Life is too short to send out invitations. "
"Thank you very much," I said.
Beatrice took my hand, and bending down gave me a swift kiss on my cheek.
"Good-bye, " she said; "forgive me if I've asked you a lot of
rude questions, my dear, and said all sorts of things I shouldn't. Tact never
was my strong point, as Maxim will tell you. And, as I told you, you're not a bit
what I expected." She looked at me direct and then took a cigarette from
her bag, and flashed her lighter.
"You see, " she said walking down the stairs,
"you are so different from Rebecca."
And we came out on to the steps and found
that the
sun had gone behind a cloud, a little thin
rain was falling, and Frith was hurrying across the lawn to bring in
the chairs.

1 now and again — BpeMfl 0T Bper„reHH
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1

Activities
Pre-reading
Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
alcove, guard, dare, jealous, feather, maliciously.
ælkauv] [ga:d] [dea] ['d3elas]
['feða] [ma'
Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
Fill in the gaps with the words from the box in the
appropriate form.

to sound search to precede to judge to
  announce

to sympathize jealous to resent insane to
  be devoted

1) One mustn't  people by their appearance. 2)
They willthe results of the examination on Monday.
3)
I'm sure the man isA normal person can't commit such crimes.
4)
Itimprobable but it is true.

5)
We deeply    with
the relatives of the victims of terrorist acts.
6)
The whole month  the
wedding she spent shopping.
7)of the boat with
the fishermen lasted for three days but it was not found.
8)
Hethe behaviour of his son and threat-

ened to turn him out of the house.
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9)
Dogs usually  to
their masters and miss

them when they are away.
10)  His
wife is terribly  and
always makes scenes when he comes home late.
2
Find in the text the antonyms for the following words and word
combinations:
gradual, to leave, artificial, narrow, to
find (2 words), downstairs, empty, the same, kindly, succeeding, old-fashioned,
wonderful, to hate (2 words), to despise, attentively, polite.
3
Open the brackets
using the adjectives and adverbs in the appropriate form.
1)
Train 23 is
(fast) and it arrives in Moscow (early) than train 25. I'll take it.
2)
The conference
was devoted to (important) problem of our time — fighting against international
terrorism.
3)
It's (difficult) for me to translate orally from English into Russian
than from Russian into English.
4)
While we were having breakfast we were listening to (late) news.
5)
This man is
(late) on the list but not (little).
6)
The (soon) you
start taking this medicine (good) you will feel.
7)
The climate of the Crimea is (mild) than that of the Caucasus.
8)
We asked the writer about his (far) plans.
9)
I drive a car (carefully) than my husband.
10)
You've written
this test (bad) of all in the class but (good) than last time.
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 Checking Comprehension

Imagine that you are Beatrice. Ask Daphne
about:
1)
her childhood and her parents.
2)
her work for Mrs. Van Hopper.
3)
her first meeting with Maxim.
4)
her tastes in
clothes, literature, music, etc.
5)
her impressions of Manderley.
6)
her relations with Mrs. Danvers.
Discussion Tasks
Say why:
I)Daphne wanted to run away when she heard
the

sound of the car.
2)
she was glad that
her rooms were in the east wing.
3)
she did not want Mrs. Danvers to show her over the west wing.
4)
she was not hurt by Beatrice examining her.
5)
Beatrice liked Daphne at first sight.
6)
Mrs. Danvers resented Daphne's presence in Manderley.
7)
Daphne was not happy when Maxim stroked her hand.
CHAPTER 8
We watched the car disappear round the corner of the drive,
and then Maxim took my arm and said, "Thank God, that's over. Get
a coat quickly and come out."
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"Wait
while I run upstairs for my coat," I said.
"There's a pile of mackintoshes in the flower room,
get one of them," he said impatiently, "women always spend half an
hour when they go to their bedrooms. Robert, fetch a coat from the flower room,
please, for Mrs. de Winter."
Presently Robert came running out of
the hall carrying a raincoat, and I put it on hurriedly. It was too big and too
long, but there was no time to change it, and we set off together across the
lawn to the woods with Jasper running in front.
The trees grew very close together, and it was dark.
We came to a clearing in the woods, and there were two paths, going in opposite
directions. Jasper took the right path without hesitation.
"I suppose he's used to it," Maxim said briefly;
"it leads to a small cove, where we kept a boat. Come on, Jasper, old man.
"
We turned into the left path, not saying anything, and
presently I looked over my shoulder and saw that Jasper was following us. We
had walked for about an hour when Maxim said suddenly, "There, take a look
at that.'
We stood on a slope of a hill, and the path twisted
before us to a valley by the side of a running stream. There were no dark trees
here, but on both sides of the narrow path stood azaleas and rhododendrons,
drooping their lovely, delicate heads in the soft summer rain. The air was full
of their scent, sweet and heady, and Maxim picked up a flower and gave it to
me.
"We call this place the Happy
Valley," he said.
I held Maxim's hand and did not
speak. I was under the spell of the Happy Valley. This was the heart of
Manderley, the Manderley I would know and learn to love. We came on the beach
and began to throw little stones into
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the sea. Then we looked round and saw that Jasper had
disappeared. We called and whistled but he did not come.
We walked up the beach towards the valley once again.
"Jasper, Jasper," called Maxim.
In the distance, beyond the rocks to the right of the beach,
I heard a short, sharp bark. "Hear that?" I said. "He's run over
this way." I began to climb up the slippery rocks in the direction of the
bark.
"Come back," Maxim said sharply; "we don't
want to go that way. This foolish dog must look after himself."
I hesitated, looking down from the rock. "Perhaps
he's fallen," I said, "poor little boy. Let me fetch him."
"He's all right," said Maxim irritably;
"why not leave him? He knows the way back."
I pretended not to hear and began climbing over the rocks
towards Jasper. Looking around I saw, to my surprise, a cove, behind which the
bay formed a tiny natural harbour. There was a buoy anchored there, but no
boat. And a little farther on stood half cottage, half boat-house, built of
stones.
There was a man on the beach, a fisherman perhaps, and
Jasper was barking at him, running round him in circles. "Jasper," I
shouted, "Jasper, come here."
The dog looked up, wagging his tail, but did not obey me. I
climbed down over the rocks to the beach below. The man looked up at the sound.
He smiled at me, showing toothless gums.
"G'day," he said.
"Good afternoon," I said. "Have you got
any string?" "Eh?" he said.
"Have you got any string?" I repeated. "I
want something to tie the dog. He doesn't follow me."
"Eh?" he said and smiled an
idiot's smile.
"All right," I said. "It doesn't
matter."
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I
wondered if there was any string in the boat-house, and I walked up the beach
towards it. There must have been a garden once, but now the grass was long,
crowded with nettles. To my surprise I easily opened the door and went inside.
The room was furnished; there was a desk in the corner, a table, and chairs,
and a bed-sofa against the wall. Bookshelves with the books inside it and
models of ships standing on the shelves. For a moment I thought it must be
inhabited but I looked around me again and saw no sign of recent occupation. It
was damp in the cottage, damp, and cold, and dark. I did not like it.
I looked about me
for some string. There was another door at the end of the room, and I went
there. Here were the ropes, two or three sails, pots of paints and other things
that are needed for boats. A ball of string lay on a shelf and a rusted knife
beside it. I opened the knife and cut a piece of a string. Then I hurriedly
came out of the cottage, not looking behind me.
The man was watching me. Jasper was at his side.
"Come along,
Jasper," I said, "come along, good dog.' I bent down and this time he allowed me to
tie a string to his collar.
"Good-bye,"
I said, pulling Jasper.
The man nodded,
staring at me with his narrow idiot's eyes. "She's gone in the sea, ain't
she?" he said.
"She
won't come back no more?"
"No," I said,
"she'll not come back.'
I walked along the
beach and saw Maxim waiting for me by the rocks with his hands in his pockets.
"I'm sorry," I
said, "Jasper would not come. I had to get some string. "
He turned abruptly on his
heels and went towards the wood.
"There was a man on the
beach," I said. "Who was he?"
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 "Only Ben," said Maxim; "he's
quite harmless, poor devil. His father used to be one of the keepers. Where did
you get that piece of rope?"
"I found it in the
cottage on the beach," I said.
"Was
the door open?"
"Yes, I pushed
it open. I found the string in the other room, where the sails were, and a
small boat.'
"Oh," he
said shortly. "Oh, I see," and then he added after a moment or two:
"That cottage must be locked."
"The
place looks deserted," I said. "There was dust everywhere and it was
terribly damp. I'm afraid those books will be quite spoilt, and the chairs, and
that sofa. There are rats there, too."
Maxim did not reply. He walked very fast, so
that
Jasper
and I could hardly keep up with him.
"Stop,
Maxim," I asked, "we're tired."
"I told you not
to go on those rocks, and now you are complaining that you're tired."
"I'm
not complaining," I said. "Anyone, even if they had legs of iron,
would be tired walking at such pace. I thought you would come with me when I
went after Jasper, instead of staying behind."
"I did
not want to go to the other beach. Do you understand that? I never go near that
bloody placel and that damned cottage. And if you had my memories, you would
not want to go there either, or talk about it, or even think about it."
His face was white, and his
eyes had that dark lost look they had when I first met him. I put out my hand
to him.
"Please,
Maxim," I said, "I don't want you to look like that. Let's forget
about it. I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry. Let everything be all right."
bloody place — rrp0KJ1flToe MeCTO
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"We ought to have stayed in Italy," he
said. "We Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks ought never to have come back to
Manderley. Oh, God,
what a fool I was to come back." I
Match up the words and word combinations in the I felt tears straying on my
cheeks and automatical- left column with their English equivalents in the ly
felt in my pocket for a handkerchief. I drew it out, right column. a little
thing with lace on the edges. I stared at it,
1)
orrnpaBHTbcfla) delicate heads
frowning, for it was not mine. There
was a monogram
2)
6bITb BO BJIaCTH gapb) to keep up with smb in the corner. A tall
sloping R, with the letters de W
3)
6ea
ROJ1eÕaHHflc) to frown
interlaced.
4)
HexHb1e POJIOBKHd) to look deserted
I must have been the first person to
put on that
5)
3arrax e) to look after smb
mackintosh since the handkerchief was
used. She who
6)
 f) without hesitation
had worn the coat then was tall,
slim, broader than
7)
rlPHTBOPflTbCflg)
to feel for me about the shoulders, for I had found it big and
8)
XMYPHTbCflh) to set off
long.
9)
3a60THTbCfl O
KOM-JIHÕOi) in the distance
There was a pink mark upon the handkerchief. The 10)
BblrJ1flAerrb 3aÕPOmeHHb1Mj) to pretend mark of a lip-stick. She had
rubbed her lips with the
11)
nocneBaTb aa KeM-JIHÕOk) heady scent handkerchief, and
then rolled it in a ball and left it in
12)
mapwrbl) to be under the spell
the pocket.
I wiped my eyes with the handkerchief, and as I did so I noticed that a scent
was still about it.
ITOJIHCeMHfl
(Polysemy)
A scent I recognized, a scent I knew.
I shut my eyes and
MH01'He aH1'JIHñCKHe CJIOBa HMeEOT He OAHO, a
Hetried to remember.
And then I realized that the scent upon the
hand-CROJ1bKO 3HaqeHHÜ. LIT06b1 11PaBHJ1bHO nepeBecTH Takerchief was the
same as the scent of the azaleas in theKoe CJIOBO, HYH<HO HaÜTH B
cJ10Bape TO 3HaqeHne, Happy Valley.KOTOpoe COOTBeTCTByeT AaHHOMY KOHTeKCTY.
HanpHMep, 1'J1ar0J1 to run HMeerr 3HaqeHHfl'. 6eraTb, (o cnewraKJ1e),
ynpaBJIHTb, r.rracwrb (O rreKcrre) H MHOrue
Apyrue.
Activities
2 Translate
these sentences paying attention to the
 Pre-reading Task           meaning of the italicized words.
       Practise
the pronunciation of the following words:        1) a term
a) We will have three exams in this term.
        air,
whistle, climb, harbour, buoy, anchore, sign.          b) To translate special
texts one must know the
    [eal
['WISI] [klarrnl ['ha:ba] [boll ['ænko] [saml      terms of the given
field of science.
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6)
Are you hungry? Would you like  to eat?
7)
I read the
article twice but I did not understand

8)
She was so nervous that she forgot  she wanted to say.
9)
 my former classmates became successful
businessmen.

c) The businessmen discussed the terms
of a longterm agreement.
2)
a hand
a)     She
held out her hand.
b)     The
manager had to employ new hands.
c)     "Can
you give me a hand?" asked the boy.
"I can't do this sum."
d)     The
clock is fast. I'll move the minute hand.
e)
"All hands
on deck!" shouted the captain.

3)
to change
a)     Where
can I change some dollars?
b)     He'd
changed so much that I could hardly rec ognize him.
c)     She
went home to change for the theatre.
d)     There
is no direct bus to the station, so I'll have to change.
3 Fill in the gaps with the pronouns from the box.

some of somebody anybody everybody nobody

none of something anything everything nothing

I) Though it was late  wanted to go
home.
2)
When I came to school, there wasn't in the class yet.
3)
Don't worry. I've warned  that the excursion has been put
off.
 the people believed this version of
the  catastrophe.
5) This work is dangerous but  has to do it.
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10) could make him change his mind.
Checking Comprehension
Put the sentences in the right order.
I) We came to the Happy Valley.
2)
I saw a man on the beach.
3)
I hurriedly put
on a raincoat.
4)
Jasper disappeared.
5)
I opened the door and went inside the boat-house.
6)
Maxim walked very fast and we could hardly keep up with him.
7)
I felt in my pocket for a handkerchief.
8)
I tied a string
to the dog's collar.
9)
I recognized the scent upon the handkerchief.
10)
I began to climb up the rocks in the direction of the bark.
Discussion Tasks
Imagine that you are Daphne. Describe:
1)
the Happy Valley.
2)
the episode with
Jasper.
3)
your return to Maxim and your feelings when you found Rebecca's
handkerchief in the pocket of the raincoat.
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CHAPTER 9
I could not forget the white, lost look in Maxim's
eyes when we came up the path through the woods, and I could not forget his
words: "Oh, God, what a fool I was to come back." It was all my
fault, because I had gone down into the bay. I had opened up a road into the
past again. And although Maxim had recovered, and was himself again, and we
lived together, I knew there was a barrier between us because of it.
My shyness became worse, too, making me dumb when people
came to the house because of this new fear of mine that they would talk about
something that must not be discussed. I did not want to see any of them.
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I was sure that they only came to
Manderley because they were curious and wanted to criticize my looks, my
manners, my figure. They liked to watch how Maxim and I behaved to each other,
whether we seemed fond of one another, so they could go back afterwards and
discuss us, saying: "Very different from the old days." They came
because they wanted to compare me to Rebecca...
I would not return these calls any
more, I decided. I did not mind if they thought me rude and ungracious. It
would give them more to criticize, more to discuss. They could say I was
ill-bred. "I'm not surprised," they would say, "after all, who
was she?" And then a laugh and a shrug of the shoulder. "My dear,
don't you know? He picked her up in Monte Carlo or somewhere; she hadn't a
penny. She was a companion to some old woman." More laughter, more lifting
of the eyebrows. "How extraordinary men are. Maxim, of all people, who was
so fastidious. How could he after Rebecca?"
I did not mind. I did not care. They could say what they
liked.
One day when I was driving in a car, I saw a man
walking along the road a little distance ahead. It was the agent, Frank Crawley.
He stopped when he heard the car, and my chauffeur slowed down. Frank took off
his hat and smiled when he saw me in the car. He seemed glad to see me. I
smiled back at him. I liked Frank. I did not find him dull or uninteresting as
Beatrice did. Perhaps it was because I was dull myself.
"I think I'll get out and walk with Mr.
Crawley," I said to the chauffeur. He opened the door for me.
"Been paying calls, Mrs. Winter?
"1

1 Been paying calls... — E'JAHJIH c BH3HTtiMH... ?
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"Yes, Frank," I said. "I've been calling on
the bishop. His wife wants to know when we are going to give a fancy dress ball
at Manderley. I did not know you have fancy dress dances here, Frank."
He hesitated a moment before replying. He looked a little
troubled. "Oh, yes," he said after a moment, "the Manderley ball
was generally an annual affair. Everyone in the country came. A lot of people
from London too. Quite a big show."
"I am afraid I won't be much of
use if we have a dance," I said. "I'm a bad organizer."
"There would be no need for you to do anything,"
he said, "you would just be yourself and look decorative."
"That's very polite of you, Frank," I said,
"but I'm afraid I shouldn't be able to do even that very well
either." "I think you would do excellently," he said. Dear
Frank, how tactful he was. I almost believed him. But he did not deceive me
really.
We were silent for some time, but I
had a strong desire to speak about Rebecca.
"I was down on one of the beaches the other day,"
I began. "I'm afraid that cottage is going to ruin. Why isn't something
done about it? It's such a pity."
He didn't answer at once. "I think if Maxim •wanted
anything done, he would tell me," he said, looking down at his shoes.
"Are they all Rebecca's things there?" I
asked.
I picked up a leaf and began to turn it over in my
hands.
"What did she use the cottage
for?"
"Well, moonlight picnics, and... and one thing and
another." He spoke with difficulty as if he were uncomfortable about the
subject.
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"Why is the buoy there in the little
harbour?" I asked.
"The boat used to be moored
there."
"What boat?"
"Her boat."
I felt a strange sort of excitement. I had to go on
with my questions.
"What happened to it?" I said. "Was that the
boat she was sailing when she was drowned?"
"Yes," he said quietly, "it turned over and
sank. She was washed overboard. "
"Could not someone help her?"
"Nobody saw the accident, nobody knew she had
gone."
"They must have known in the
house!"
"No," he said. "She often went out alone like
that. She used to come back any time of the night, and sleep at the cottage on
the beach."
"Did Maxim mind her going off alone
like that?"
He waited a minute, and then "I don't know," he
said shortly. I had the impression he was being loyal to someone. Either to
Maxim or to Rebecca, or perhaps even to himself.
"She must have been drowned,
then, trying to swim to the shore, after the boat sank?" I said.
"Yes," he said.
"How long afterwards did they find her?"
"In about two months."
Two months. I thought drowned people were found after two
days.
"Where did they find her?" I asked.
"Near Edgecombe, about forty miles up
the channel."
"How did they know it was she — after two months, how
could they tell?"
"Maxim went up to Edgecombe to
identify her," he said.
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Suddenly I did not want to ask him more
questions. I hated myself. I was like a poor woman in a big house asking to see
the body, when someone of her neighbours had died. My questions had been
shameful, disgraceful. Frank Crawley must despise me.
"Frank," I said
desperately, "I know what you are thinking. You can't understand why I ask
all those questions just now. You think it's just morbid curiosity. It's not
that, I swear. It's only that — that sometimes I feel myself very unhappy. It's
all very strange to me, living here at Manderley. When I return from these
calls, as I did this afternoon, I know people are looking me up and down and
thinking the same thing — how different she is from Rebecca."
I stopped breathless, already a little ashamed of my outburst.
He turned to me looking very concerned and troubled.
"Mrs. de Winter, please don't think that," he
said. "As for me, I can't tell you how delightful I am that you have
married Maxim. It will change his life. You are fresh and young and — you have
nothing to do with all that time that has gone. Forget it, Mrs. de Winter,
forget it, as he has done, thank Heaven, and the rest of us. I've never heard a
word of criticism, and if I did I should take great care that it was never
uttered again."
"That's very kind of you, Frank," I said,
"but I realize the things that I lack — self-confidence, grace, beauty,
intelligence, wit oh, all the qualities that mean most in a woman, the
qualities that she possessed. "
"You have qualities that are just
as important, more important, in fact. I should say that
kindness and sincerity, and — if I may say so — modesty are worth far more to a
man, to a husband that all the wit and beauty in the world."
"Well,"
I said, rather embarrassed. "I don't think I'm
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very kind or sincere, and as for
being modest, I don't think I've ever had much chance to be anything
else." We were near the house now and I dared to ask the question I had
wanted to ask for a long time. "Frank," I said, trying to make my
voice sound casual, "before we finish this conversation, promise to answer
me one thing, quite truthfully. Tell me, was Rebecca very beautiful?"
Frank Waited a moment. I could not see his face. He
was looking away from me towards the house. "Yes," he said slowly,
"yes, I suppose she was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my
life."
And then we went up the steps to the hall, and I rang
the bell for tea.
Activities
Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
recover, barrier, call, identify, swear,
quality, sincere.
[rl'knvo] ['bæna] [ko:l] [al' dentlfal] [swea]
['kwolatl] [sm' Sla]
 Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
1 Translate the sentences using the
words from the box.

to recover fastidious
  annual to ruin an affair

to sink (sank, sunk) an accident to despise to swear
  disgraceful

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1)
4KJIHHYCb, wro fl
    npaBay»,    CKa3aJ1 Ma.rlb-
1-111K.
2)
CaMOJ1eTb1  6a1AIHH BceMH1)Horo ToproBOPO uewrpa
B Hbro-fiopKe.
3)
ffCeH1uHHa
AOJ1roe BpeMfl He Mor.ua rrpHiiTH B ceõfl  nocJ1e HanaAeHHfl (an attack).
4)
CYLqecTByerr
MHoro Bepcnri TOTO, IloqeMY 3aTOHYJ1 RypCK>.
5)
110BeAeHHe
HeKOTOPb1X aerryrraT0B 6bIJIO 11030PHb1M.
6)
HeKorropb1e
AYMaE0T, wro 3T0 6b1J1 rreppopucTHI-1eCRHñ awr, ApyrHe, wro arro 6b1J1
HeCqaCTHbIÜ wryqai.
7)
AacþHe Kat3aJ10Cb, wro       npeaupawr ee.
8)
MHHHcrrp
HHOCTPaHHb1X AeJI PoccHH YJ1erreJ1 Ha neper0Bopb1 B IlapHHC.
9)
MOH coõaKa
OqeHb npHBepeAJIHBa: OHa ecT TOJ1bKO MHCO.
10)
E}Ke1'0AHb1ñ
A0KJ1aA B03 (WHO) õb1J1 110CBfi1ueH npoõnervre
HH(þeKUHOHHb1X 3a60.neBaHHñ.
2
Translate the words and word combinations in
brackets using the phrasal verbs given below in the
appropriate form.

to give in to give up to give rise to
  turn over to turn out

to look like to look after to look out to look forward to
  look up and down

I) The woman (crvrepwra
ee BBFJIHAOM) and turned away.
2)
Her behaviour (Bb13b1Baerr) to a lot of gossips. 3) He swears
that he won't (cAacrrcfl) and continue
fighting.
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4)
I (c
HerrepneH1•reM *CAY) to my holidays. I'm very tired.
5)
The boat (nepeBepHYJ1acb) not far from the shore and they were
drowned.
6)
He (OKa3aJICfl)
to be innocent.
7)
Who
(npncruarrpHBaerr aa) your children when you are away?
8)
(OCTOPOMHO!)
There is a heavy traffic in this street.
9)
He decided
(6pocwrb) smoking. 10) It (noxoñce) rain.
3
Fill in the gaps
with the modal verbs from the box in the appropriate form.

can may ought to mustn't

could must should needn't

be able to have to to be to

I) Hurry up. The bus  leave in a quarter of an hour.
2)
I'm sure he not do such a thing. You speak to him
yourself.

3)
When I was young,
I  walk for many hours running
(110ApHA).
4)
The concert be held yesterday but it was put off because
of the illness of the pianist.
5)
I won't    to
translate this text until

I look up all the new words.
6)
You go to a post-office. You drop your letter in any post-box.
7)
We isolate
the boy. He  infect other children.
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8) We  fight against international terrorism with all possible
means.
9)
You  visit your parent more often. They
are very lonely.
10)
Youspeak to your teachers in such a way.
 Checking Comprehension
Answer the questions.
1)
Why was Daphne silent when people came to Manderley?
2)
Was she sure that people criticized her? Why?
3)
What was Daphne's opinion of herself?
4)
Were fancy dress balls common in Manderley?
5)
What did Daphne want to speak with Frank about?
6) What did Frank tell her about Rebecca's
death?
7)
What did Frank think of Daphne?
8)
Why did Daphne want to know about Rebecca?
Discussion Tasks
Act out a dialogue between Daphne and
Frank.
CHAPTER 10
Frank had told me to forget the past, and
I wanted
to forget it. But Frank did not have to
sit in the morning-room as I did, every day, and touch the pen she
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had held between her
fingers. He did not have to stare in front of him at her writing on the
pigeon-holes. He did not have to look at the clock on the mantelpiece, at the
vase in which the flowers stood, at the pictures on the walls and remember,
every day, that they belonged to her, she had chosen them, they were not mine.
He did not throw a coat over his shoulders which had been hers, did not find
her handkerchief in the pocket. He did not notice, every day, as I did, the
look of the old dog, who lifted its head when she heard my footstep,
the footstep of a woman, and sniffing
the air drooped its head again, because I was not the one she waited for.
Little things, meaningless and stupid in themselvesl, but I
could not help seeing them2, hearing them, feeling them. O God, I did not want
to think about Rebecca. I wanted to be happy, to make Maxim happy, and I wanted
us to be together. It was not my fault if she came to me in thoughts, in
dreams. It was not my fault
if I felt like a guest in Manderley, waiting
for the return of the hostess...
Beatrice remembered her promise of a wedding present. A
large parcel arrived one morning. I have always had a childish love of parcels.
I cut the string hurriedly, and tore off the dark brown paper. It looked like
books. I was right. It was books. Four big volumes.
 History of Painting. And a sheet of
notepaper in the first volume saying: "I hope this is the sort of thing
you like," and signed "Love from Beatrice."
It was nice of Beatrice to go to a shop in London and buy me
these books because she knew I was fond of painting. I had a sudden, stupid
desire to cry. I took

 in themselves — CaMH no ce6e
2 could not
help seeing them        He MOFJIa He BHAeTb HX
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up the heavy volume and looked around the
morningroom for somewhere to put them. They were out of the place in that room
with delicate things. Never mind, it was my room now, after all. I put them on
the desk and stood back a little, to watch the effect. Perhaps I moved too
quickly and it disturbed them. At any rate the first book fell, and the others
fell after it. They upset a little china cupidl who had stood on the desk. He
fell to the ground and broke into pieces. I glanced hurriedly at the door, like
a guilty child. Then I knelt on the floor and gathered up the fragments into my
hand. I found an envelope and put them in. I hid the envelope at the back of
one of the drawers in the desk. Then I took the books off to the library and
found room for them on the shelves.
It was the following day I remember, when Frith, who had
brought in the coffee after lunch to the library, waited a moment, standing
behind Maxim, and said:
"Could I speak to you, sir?" Maxim glanced up from
his paper. "Yes, Frith, what is it?" he said, rather surprised.
"It's about Robert, sir. There has been some
unpleasantness between him and Mrs. Danvers. Robert is very upset. Mrs. Danvers
has accused Robert of breaking a valuable statuette from the morning-room. It
was there yesterday, she said. She accused Robert of either taking the ornament
or breaking it. Robert denied both accusations and came to me nearly in tears,
sir. "
"What ornament was it?"
"The china cupid, sir, that stands on the
writing-table." "Oh, Lord. That's one of our treasures, isn't it? It
must be found. Ask Mrs. Danvers to come at once."
cupid — KyriHA0H (601' JH06BH)
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Frith left the room and we were alone. "What a
nuisance," said Maxim, "that cupid is worth a lot of money. I wonder
why they come to me about it. That's your job, sweetheart. "
I looked up from Jasper. My face was red as fire.
"Darling," I said, "I wanted to tell you before, but... but I
forgot. The fact is I broke that cupid when I was in the morning-room
yesterday."
"You broke it? Well, why the devil didn't you say so
when Frith was here?"
"I don't know. I didn't like to. I was afraid he
would think me a fool."
"He'll think you much more of a fool now. You'll have
to explain to him and Mrs. Danvers."
"Oh, no, please, Maxim, tell them yourself. Let me go
upstairs."
"Don't be a little fool. Anyone would think you
were afraid of them. "
"I'm
afraid of them. At least, not afraid, but..."
The door opened, and Frith and Mrs.
Danvers came into the room. I looked nervously at Maxim. He shrugged his
shoulders, half amused, half angry.
"It's a mistake, Mrs. Danvers. As a matter of
fact, Mrs. de Winter broke the cupid herself and
forgot to say anything," said Maxim.
They all looked at me. It was like being a child
again. I flushed. "I'm so sorry," I said, watching Mrs. Danvers.
"I did not think Robert would get into trouble."
"Is it possible to repair the statuette, Madam?"
asked Mrs. Danvers. She did not seem to be surprised that I had broken it. She
looked at me with her white skull's face and her dark eyes. I felt she had
known it from the very beginning and had accused Robert to see if I would have
the courage to confess.
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"I'm afraid not," I said,
"it's broken in little pieces." "What did you do with the
pieces?" said Maxim.
 It was like being a
prisoner, giving evidence. "I put them all into an envelope," I said,
"and put the envelope at the back of one of the drawers in the
writing-desk."
"It looks as though Mrs. de Winter thought you would
put her in prison, doesn't it, Mrs. Danvers?" said Maxim. "All right,
Frith. Tell Robert to dry his tears."
Mrs. Danvers stayed when Frith had gone. "1 will
apologize to Robert, of course," she said, "but perhaps, if such a
thing happens again, Mrs. de Winter will tell me personally, and I will attend
to the matter? It would save everybody a lot of trouble."
"Naturally," said Maxim impatiently. "I
don't know why she didn't do so yesterday. All right, Mrs. Danvers.'
She went out of the room, and I sat on the
windowseat, looking out of the window.
"I'm awfully sorry, darling," I said after a
moment, "it was very careless of me. I was just arranging the books,
that Beatrice had sent me, on the desk and the cupid fell. Was it very
valuable?"
"God knows. I suppose so. As a matter of fact I believe
it was a wedding-present."
I looked at him. He was standing by the mantelpiece with
his hands in his pockets. He was staring in front of him. He is thinking about
Rebecca, I said to myself. He is thinking how strange it was that a wedding
present to me should have been the cause of destroying a wedding present to
Rebecca. He is thinking about the cupid. He is going over in his mind how the
parcel came and how pleased she was. "Look, Max," she would have
said, "look what we've been sent." And he must have knelt down beside
her, and they must have looked up at
the cupid together.
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I looked at Maxim again. He sat down in the armchair again
and folded the paper. I looked out of the window. Presently Jasper came to me
and climbed on my lap.
Activities
'P Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
knelt, drawer, nuisance, courage, cause.
[nelt] [dro:a] nju:sns] ['kM1d3] [ko:z]
 Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
1
Find in the text the English equivalents for the following words
and word combinations:
marn, CBaAe6Hb1ï1 110AapoK, TOM, JIHCT
HOHTOBOü 6YMaPH, r10JUIHCb, xpyr1KHñ, orlPORHHYTb, BHHOBaTb1Ü,
onyCTHTbCfl Ha KOJIeHH, ueHHbIÜ, 06BHHeHne, Her-II)HHT-
HOCTb, nonacTb B õezw (HMeTb HerlPHflTHOCTH),
AaBaTb CBHaerreJIbCKHe 110KaaaHHH, nocaawrb B TEOPbMY, npoCJ1eAHTb 3a
treM-JIHÕO (npucrvrarrpHBaTb 3a qeM-JIH60), rlPH3HaBaTbCfl.
2
Change these sentences from Active into Passive.
I) Russia exports mostly oil and gas.
2)
The TV will show
this concert.
3)
— Have they lifted the submarine? Not yet, they are lifting it
now.
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4)
People gave the man first aid before the ambulance came. (2
variants)
5)
In 2012 they will build three more metro stations.
6)
When did they buy these books?
7)
One can see this film in many cinemas.
8)
We must bring the
documents next week.
9)
Her daughter
takes good care of her.
10)
This episode from his childhood influenced his whole life.
3
Translate the
sentences using the Passive Voice.
1)
Bo BpeMfl
3eMJ1errpqceHHH (an earthquake) 6bIJIO paapymeH0 MHOI'O AOMOB.
2)
Ceüqac
3aCJIY111HBaEOTCfl CBHAerreJ1bCKHe 110KaaaHHfl. 3) I'aaerrbl C006rqHJIH, I-ITO
npecrryr1HHK õb1J1 nocaH€eH
B TH)PbMY.
4)
Ha 3K3araeHe
yueHHKaM -aaJIH 110 TPH JIHcrra 6yraarn.
5)
He BOJIHyiiTeCb,
aa Bar.11HMH BeruarvIH IIPHCMOTPflT.
6)
Aor0Bop
110AIIHcaH? — Erue Herr, OH õYAerr noarmcaH K 30Tpa111Herwy NHK).
7)
06 3TOM
HeCqaCTHOM cJIYMae MHOPO roBopflT.
8)
Bce UeHHb1e Bergn
LIPH111JIOCb IIOJIOffCHTb B ceü(þ. 9) OÕBHHeHHH AOJ1ffCHb1
6b1Tb aorca3aHbI.

Checking Comprehension
Complete the sentences.
1) Frank did not
have to
2) I wanted
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3) It was not my fault if
4) It was nice of
Beatrice 5) The books upset 6) Mrs.
7)
I felt she had
8)
I put the
fragments
9)
10) Presently Jasper
Discussion Tasks
Imagine that you are Daphne. Tell your
friends what you felt when you broke the cupid and when you learnt that it was
Rebecca's wedding present.

CHAPTER 11
At the end of June Maxim had to go to
London to some public dinner. A man's dinner. He was away for two days and I
was left alone. Feeling lonely I called Jasper and set off for a walk. We went
through the Happy Valley to the little cove. There was only about three foot of
water in the tiny harbour. The buoy was still there. There was something
written on it. I read it. "Je Reviens" "I come back". Yes,
it was quite a good name for a boat. Only it had not been right for that
particular boat which would never come back again.
I went along the harbour wall to the beach. In the sunshine
the cottage at the edge of the wood did not
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seem so remote and sinister as it had
done before. After all, it was only a cottage, with nobody living in it. There
was nothing to be frightened of. I pushed the little gate and went to the door
of the cottage. It was not closed. I was sure I had closed it the last time.
Jasper began growling, sniffing under the door.
I pushed the door open and looked inside, It was very
dark. Like it had been before. Nothing was changed, but the door into the
boat-store at the end of the room was open. Jasper growled again, and there was
a sound of something falling. I went slowIy to the door of the store. "Is
there anybody there?" I said.
No one answered. I bent down to Jasper, putting my
hand on his collar, and looked inside. Someone was sitting in the corner
against the wall. It was Ben. He was trying to hide behind one of the sails.
"What is the matter? Do you want
something?" I said. He looked at me stupidly, his mouth half open.
"I am not doing nothing," he
said.
"What do you want, Ben?" I asked, a little bolder
this time.
He did not answer. He watched me with his idiot's
eyes. "Listen, Ben," I said. "Mr. de Winter doesn't like people
walking in and out of here.'
He wiped his nose with
the back of his hand. The other hand he kept behind his back. "What. have you got, Ben?"
I said. "Show it to me." He obeyed me like a child, showing me the
other hand. There was a fishing rod in it. "I'm not doing nothing,"
he repeated.
"Ben," I said, "you can take that rod if you
want to, but you mustn't do it again."
"I done nothing," he repeated.
"I never told no one.
I don't want to be put to the asylum."
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"That's all right, Ben," I said, "no one
will put you to the asylum. But you must not go to the cottage again.'
He smiled foolishly. "You're not
like the other one," he said.
"Who do you mean?" I said. "What other
one?"
He shook his head. "Tall and dark she was,"
he said. "She gave you the feeling of a snake. I seen her here with me own
eyes. At night she'd come. I seen her." He paused, watching me. I did not
say anything. "I looked in on her once," he said, "and she turned
on me, she did. 'You don't know me, do you?' she said. 'You've never seen me
here, you understand? If I catch you looking at me through the windows here,
I'll have you put to the asylum,' she said. 'You wouldn't like that. They're cruel to
people in the asylum,' she said. 'I won't say nothing, M'am,' I said. She's
gone now, ain't she?" he said anxiously.
"I don't know who you mean," I said
slowly; "no one is going to put you in the asylum. Good afternoon, Ben.'
I turned away and walked up the beach to the path pulling
Jasper by his belt. As I wandered across the lawn to the terrace my eye was
caught by a gleam of sunshine on something metal showing through the green of
the rhododendron leaves at the turn of the drivel. I wondered if someone had
come, though the
my eye was caught by a gleam of sunshine on something
metal showing through the green of the rhododendron leaves at the turn of the
drive MOü 11PHBJ1eK MeTRJIJ1nqecKHiá 6J1eCR,
upocBet1HBaB111Hiá CKB03b aeneHb ponoaeHAPOHOB Ha 110Boporre 110A'be3AH01ä
a.ll.nen
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visitors usually drew up
to the house, and didn't -leave their car concealed like that at the turn of the drive. I went a little
closer. Yes, it was a car, a long, low car, a sports car.
I looked up at the house, and as I did so I noticed with
surprise that the shutters of one of the windows in the west wing had been
opened up. Somebody stood by the window. A man. And then he must have noticed
me because he drew back abruptly, and a figure behind him put up an arm and
closed the shutters.
The arm belonged to Mrs. Danvers. I recognized the black
sleeve. I wondered for a minute if it was something to do with the repair in
one of the rooms. But it was odd that the moment the man saw me he stepped back
into the room and the shutters were closed. Still, that was up to Mrs. Danvers.
It was nothing to do with me. If she had friends whom she wanted to take to the
west wing it was not my affair. It was only strange that she received them on
the only day Maxim was away.
I went up the steps and through the big front door to the
hall. There was no sign of a strange cap or stick, and no visiting card on the
table. I remembered that I had left my knitting in the morning-room before
lunch and went through the drawing-room to fetch it with Jasper at my heels.
The morning-room door was open. And I noticed that my bag of knitting had been
moved. There was the imprint of a person on the cushion
of the divan where my knitting had been before. It looked as if Mrs. Danvers
entertained her visitors in the morning-room when Maxim and I were out of the
way. I took my bag of knitting and went out. As I did so the door in the large
drawing-room opened, and I heard voices. I stood very still, holding my breath.
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Then I heard Mrs. Danvers speak.
"I think she 'has gone to the library," she said. "She's come
home early for some reason. If she has gone to the library, you will be
able to go through the hall without her seeing you. Wait here while I go and
see."
I looked round desperately for somewhere to hide.
Hopeless of course. And then I heard a footstep quite close to my ear, and the
man came into the room. He turned round suddenly and saw me. I have never seen
anyone look more astonished. As if I were a burglar and he the host of the
house.
"I beg your pardon," he said, looking me up and
down. He was a big, good-looking fellow. He had the hot, blue eyes usually
associated with heavy drinking and loose livingl. His hair was reddish like his
skin. I could smell the whisky in his breath from where I stood. He began to
smile. The sort of smile he would give to every woman.
"I hope I haven't frightened you," he said.
"No, of course not," I said. "I heard voices
and wondered who it was. I did not expect any visitors this afternoon. "
"I hope you'll forgive me. I just dropped in to see old
Danny, she's a very old friend of mine."
"Oh, of course, it's quite all
right," I said.
I was watching Jasper who was jumping up at the man in
delight.
"This little beggar hasn't forgotten
me, has he?" he said. "He was quite a puppy when I saw him last. He's
too
fat. He needs more exercise."
"I've just taken him for a long
walk," I said.
"Have you really? How good of
you," he said. He

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went on patting Jasper and smiling at me in a familiar
way.
"How's old Max?" he said. I was surprised at
his tone. It sounded as though he knew him
well. It was strange to hear Maxim talked of as Max. No one called him that.
"He's very well, thank you," I said.
"He's gone up to London."
"And left the bride all alone? Why, that's too
bad. Isn't he afraid someone will come and carry you off?" He laughed,
opening his mouth. I did not like his laugh. There was something unpleasant
about it. I did not like him, either. Just then Mrs. Danvers came into the
room. She turned her eyes upon me and I felt cold. Oh, God, I thought, how she
must hate me.
"Hallo, Danny, there you are," said the man;
"all your precautions were in vain. The mistress of the house was hiding
behind the door." And he laughed again. Mrs. Danvers did not say anything.
She just went on looking at me. "Well, aren't you going to introduce
me?" he said.
"This is Mr. Favell, Madam," said Mrs.
Danvers rather unwillingly. I don't think she wanted to introduce him
to me.
"How do you do," I said,
and then, with an effort to be polite. "Won't you stay to tea?"
He looked very amused. He turned to Mrs. Danvers.
"Isn't that a charming invitation?" he asked. "I've been asked
to stay to tea? By Heaven, Danny, I want to accept it."
I saw her look at him shaking her
head. I felt very uneasy. It was all wrong, this situation.
"Well,"
he said, "perhaps you're right. I suppose
I had better go. Come and have a look at my
car." I did
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not want to go and look at his car, but
couldn't think of an excuse. The whole business was very stupid.
"All right,' I said weakly. He walked out to the
drive. Jasper was dancing at his heels. I followed him slowly, feeling very
uncomfortable.
"Dear old Manderley," he said, looking up at the
windows. "What do you think of it? Like being buried down here?"
"I'm very fond of Manderley," I
said coldly.
We came to his car now. A green
sports car, typical for its owner. "What do you think of it?" he
asked.
"Very nice," I said politely.
"Would you like to drive to the lodge
gates?"
"No, thank you," I said. "I'm rather
tired."
"You don't think it would look too good for the
mistress of Manderley to be seen driving with someone like me, isn't it?"
he said and laughed, looking at me.
"Oh, no," I said turning red, "no,
really."
He went on looking me up and down with those unpleasant
blue eyes. I felt like a barmaid.
"Oh, well," he said, "we mustn't lead the
bride astrayl, must we, Jasper?" He threw his cigarette away on the drive.
"Good-bye," he said, holding out his hand;
"it's been a lot of fun meeting you." "Good-bye," I said.
"By the way," he said carelessly, "it would
be great of you if you did not mention this little visit of mine to Max. He
doesn't quite approve of me, I'm afraid.
we mustn't
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I don't know why, and it may get poor Danny
into trouble."
"All right," I said awkwardly, "I
won't." I walked slowly back to the house. Mrs. Danvers had disappeared.
I wondered who he was, this man Favell. He had called
Maxim "Max". I thought there was only one person who had ever called
him Max...
As I stood there in the hall, wondering what to do,
the thought suddenly came to me that perhaps Mrs. Danvers was dishonest, that
all this time she was engaged in some business behind Maxim's back. Supposing
this man was a thief, and Mrs. Danvers was in his payl? There were valuable
things in the west wing. I had a sudden impulse to creep upstairs to the west
wing and go into those rooms and see for myself.
I began to walk upstairs. My heart was
beating in a queer excited way.
Activities
'7 Pre-reading Task
Practise the
pronunciation of the following words:
 growl, asylum, pause, knitting,
loose, precaution, bury, approve, dishonest, thief.
[graol] [a' sallaml [po:zl n1t1T)] [lu:s] [pn' ko:fnl
['berr] [o'pru:v] [drs'omst] [6i:fl
      Mrs.
Danvers was in his pay MHCCUC A3HBepc C HHM aa-
OAHO
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Vocabulary and
Grammar Tasks 4) When (to ask) about his further plans, he answered with
confidence.
1 Match up the words and
word combinations in the        5) (To leave) alone in the flat the child began
to cry.
        left
column with their Russian equivalents from the      6)I don't like to see
animals (to put) into cages.
right column. 7) When
(to send) abroad, he studied the experience of his colleagues.
1) knittinga) 110BHHOBaTbCfl 8) (To
arrive) at the hotel we took the room (to re2) in vainb) CRPbIBaTb, npwraTb
serve) for us.

3) to approvec) oc06b1ï1, crre11Hd)HqecRHñ 9) The patient (to
examine) by the doctors now suf4) loose livingd) 3JIOBe1LIHñ fers from
some mental illness.
5)
to obeye)
upeAoc•rop0H£HocTb
6)
particularf) c
TpeBoroü
7)
to
concealg) Bfl.3aHue
8)
anxiouslyh)
licuxuarrpHqecKafl 60J1bHH11a
9)
desperatelyi)
õec11YTHafl H£H3Hb
10)
burglarj)
OAOÕPfiTb
11)
asylumk) rrrueTH0
12)
sinisterl)
rpa6wpeJ1b
13)
precautionm) OTqaHHHO

10) I think that some of the
films (to show) on the
TV have too may
scenes of violence. (2 variants)

Checking
Comprehension
Say why:

2
Find in the text the synonyms for the following words and word
combinations:

to leave for, distant, to be afraid, a
mental hospital, amazed, hidden, strange, to receive a visitor, from head to
foot, to wait, to be useless, silly, hostess, to blush, casually.
3
Open the brackets
using the appropriate form of the Participle.
1)
Look out when (to cross) the street.
2)
I smiled (to look) at the (to play) puppies.
3)
(To receive) a telegram she immediately left for the village
where her parents lived.
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I) Daphne went for a walk alone.
2)
Ben was
frightened.
3)
Mr. Favell hid his car.
4)
Daphne went to a morning-room.
5)
Daphne did not like Mr. Favell.
6)
Mrs. Danvers was
unwilling to introduce Mr. Favell
to Daphne.
7)
Daphne agreed to look at Mr. Favell's car.
8)
Favell asked Daphne not to tell Maxim about his visit.
9)
Daphne decided to go upstairs to the west wing. 10) her heart was
beating in a queer excited way.
Discussion Tasks
Act out the scene in the drawing-room. The
cast:
Daphne, Mr. Favell, Mrs. Danvers, Jasper.
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CHAPTER 12
I found myself in the corridor where I had stood that first
morning. I remembered then that last time Mrs. Danvers had come out of a door
here, just behind me. I turned the handle of the door and went inside. My first
impression was one of shock because the room was fully furnished, as though it
was used.
The chairs were not covered up. There were brushes and
combs on the dressing-table, perfume and powder. There were flowers on the
dressing-table and on the table beside the bed. A satin dressing-gown lay on a
chair, and a pair of bedroom slippers beneath. It seemed to me that in a minute
Rebecca herself would come back into the room and sit down before the
looking-glass at her dressing-table.
I could hear the sound of the sea very well. I went to
the window and opened the shutter. Yes, I was standing at the same window where
Favell and Mrs. Danvers had stood half an hour ago. I sat down on the stool by
the dressing-table and looked around the room. Yes, it was a beautiful room.
Mrs. Danvers had not exaggerated that first evening. It was the most beautiful
room in the house.
Then I heard a step behind me and turning round I saw Mrs.
Danvers. I shall never forget the expression on her face. Triumphant, excited
in a strange malicious way. I felt very frightened.
"You wanted to see the room," she said. "Why
have you never asked me to show it to you before? I was ready to show it to you
every day. You had only to ask me.'
I wanted to run away, but I could not move. I went on
watching her eyes.
"Now that you are here, let me show you
everything," she said in a sweet false voice. "It's a lovely room,
isn't it? The loveliest room you have ever seen."
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She took hold of my arm and led me towards the bed. I could
not resist her, I was like a dummy. Her voice was low and intimate, a voice I
hated and feared.
"That was her bed. It's beautiful, isn't it? Here is
her nightdress. You have been touching it, haven't you? This was the nightdress
she was wearing for the last time, before she died. Look, this is her
dressing-gown. She was much taller than you, you can see it by the length. She
had a beautiful figure. These are her slippers. She had little feet for her
height. Put your hands inside the slippers. They are quite small and narrow,
aren't they?"
She put the slippers on my hands, smiling all the while,
watching my eyes. She put the slippers back on the floor and laid the
dressing-gown on the chair. "You've seen her brushes, haven't you?"
she said, taking me to the dressing-table. "Her hair came down below the
waist, when she was first married. Mr. de Winter used to brush it for her then.
'Harder, Max, harder,' she would say, laughing, and he would do as she told
him. They would be dressing for dinner, and the house was filled with guests.
'Here, I shall be late,' he would say, throwing the brushes to me, and
laughing. He was always laughing and gay then." She paused, her hand still
resting on my arm.
"You would like to see her clothes, wouldn't you?"
She did not wait for my answer. She led me to the little ante-room and opened
the wardrobes, one by one.
"I keep her furs in here," she said, "feel
that sable wrap. That was a Christmas present from Mr. de Winter. This
chinchilla she wore in the evening mostly. Round her shoulders, very often,
when the evenings were cold. This wardrobe here is full of her evening clothes.
She could wear anything, she looked beautiful in any clothes. Put this velvet
against your face. It's soft, isn't it? The scent is still fresh, isn't it? She
was wear-
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ing slacks and a shirt when she died,
but they were torn from her body in the water. There was
nothing on her body when it was found all those weeks afterwards."
Her fingers tightened on my arm. She
bent down to me, her white face close to mine, her dark eyes searching mine.
"The rocks had bitten her to bits, you know," she whispered,
"her beautiful face was unrecognizable, and both arms gone. Mr. de Winter
identified her. He went up to Edgecoombe to do it quite alone. He was very ill
at that time but he would go. No one could
stop him."
She paused again. I did not want to hear any more. I
wanted to get away from her, away from the room.
"He has not used these rooms since the night she
was drowned. He had his things moved out from the dressingroom. We made up one
of the rooms at the end of the corridor. He used to sit in the library and
there was cigarette ash all around in the morning. And in the daytime Frith
would hear him pacing up and downl. Up and down, up and down."
I too could see the ash on the floor beside his chair. I too
could hear his footsteps...
Mrs. Danvers closed the door softly between the bedroom and
the ante-room, where we were standing, and put out the light.
"I come to the rooms and dust them myself every
day," she said. "You would not think she had been gone for so long,
would you, not by the way the rooms are kept? You would think she had just gone
out for a little while and would be back in the evening."
I forced a smile. I could not speak. My throat was dry and
tight. She stared at me curiously. Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"Sometimes, when I walk along the corridor here,
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I fancy I hear her just behind me. It's
almost as though I catch the sound of her dress sweeping the stairs as she
comes down to dinner." She paused going on looking at me, watching my
eyes. "Do you think she can see us, talking to one another
now?" she said slowly. "Do you think the dead come back and watch the
living?"
I swallowed. I dug my nails into my hands. "I don't
know," I said. "I don't know." My voice sounded highpitched and
unnatural. Not my voice at all.
"Sometimes I wonder," she whispered.
"Sometimes I wonder if she comes back here to Manderley and watches you
and Mr. de Winter together. "
We stood by the door, staring at one another. I could not
take my eyes away from hers. How dark and gloomy they were on the white face of
hers, how malicious, how full of hatred. Then she opened the door into the
corridor.
She stepped aside to let me pass. I stumbled out to the
corridor, not looking where I was going. I went down the stairs blindly, turned
the corner and pushed the door that led to my own rooms in the east wing. I
shut the door of my room and turned the key.
Then I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes. I felt
deadly sick.
Activities
Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
comb, exaggerate, triumphant, false, height, wardrobe,
identify.
[kaum] [Ig' zæd3areIt] [tral'nmfant] [fo:ls]
[halt] ['wo:draob]
[al' dentlfal]
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Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
1 Translate the sentences using the
words from the Ьох.

to exaggerate false а fur to fancy to dig
  (dug, dug)

gloomy malicious to resist to tear (tore, torn) to bite
  (bit, bitten)

1)
Преступник вонзил нож в спину женщины.
2)
Когда за ним приехала полиция, он не сопротивлялся.
З) Существует поговорка (а proverb):
«Собака, которая лает, не кусает».
4) Девушка воображала себя знаменитой актрисой и
репетировала перед зеркалом улыбки и поклоны. 5) Будьте осторожны: не порвите
новое платье.
б) Мне кажется, что вы
преувеличиваете опасность терактов.
7)
«Гринпис» борется против ношения натуральных мехов.
8)
Она сразу поняла по мрачному лицу мужа, что  что-то
случилось.
9)
Мать пыталась доказать, что все обвинения против ее сына ложны.
10)
Посмотри! Какие злые лица у этих людей. Я их боюсь.
«Ложные друзья
переводчика»
(”False
friends of а translator")
Ряд созвучных слов английского и русского языков
полностью совпадают по значению. Такие слова на-
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зываются
интернациональными и не представляют трудности для перевода. Примеры из текста:
visit, comfortable, таппет•, minister, etc. Однако в английском языке есть
немало слов, которые помимо значения, сходного со значением аналогичного слова
в русском языке, имеют и другие значения, отсутствующие в русском языке.
Например, а record кроме понятия «рекорд» обозначает также «репумЦИя» ,
«летопись» , « протокол» , « грампластинка » и т. д. Некоторые английские слова
при кажущемся сходстве с созвучными им русскими словами имеют значения,
отличные от тех, которые они приобрели в русском языке. Примеры из текста:
satin «атлас», а не «сатин»; velvet « бархат» , а не «вельвет». Такие слова
называются «ложными друзьями переводчика», т. к. при кажущейся простоте их перевода
они могут легко привести к ошибкам. Для правильного перевода таких слов нужно
найти в словаре их значение, соответствующее данному контексту.
2
Translate the
sentences paying attention to the italicized words.
1)
 think that this speculation is wrong.
2)
The old gypsy was
telling fortune by the lines оп the woman's palm.
З) In childhood she was very delicate
and often had to stay in bed.
4)
This woman has such а good complexion that she needn't use powder
от rouge (румяна).
5)
More than three decades have passed since the first show of this
ТУТ film but it is still popular with the TV-viewers.
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6)
There are many
misprints in this book' I think it is the fault of the compositor.
7)
We don't know the actual state of affairs in our economy but
according to some newspapers its
prospects are good.
8)
This student is very intelligent and industrious.
3
Translate the
sentences using the construction to have + object + Participle 11.
E x a m p I e: xoqy
orrpeMOHTHPOBaTb qacbl. I want to have my watch repaired.
1)
xoqy
orrpeM0HrrøpoBaTb KBapTHpy.
2)
Bbl y;-Ke  (to have one's photo taken)
3)
AOJIH€eH rlOMb1Tb
MaLIIHHY.
4)
OHa     CBOHX
aerreü aa rpaHHueñ.
5)
BaM HaAO
HOCTPHHbCfl.
4
Translate the
sentences paying attention to the Nominative Absolute Participal Construction.
1)
The weather being
cold, we had to put on our coats.
2)
Everything done (having been done), he went home.
3)
The ship was
sailing along the shore, a lot of seagulls flying over it.
4)
The night was
very dark, neither moon nor stars being seen on the sky.
5)
Mrs. Van Hopper came to the restaurant, Daphne following her.
6)
Mrs. Danvers stared at Daphne, her voice drop-
Checking Comprehension
Complete the sentences.
I) My first impression was one of shock
because
2)
3) The expression of Mrs. Danvers's face was
4)
5)
6)

7)
Mr. de Winter did not use these rooms since

8)
"Sometimes I fancy," said Mrs. Danvers, "that
9)
Discussion Tasks

ping to a whisper.
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Imagine that you are Daphne. Describe your
visit to Rebecca's bedroom.

CHAPTER 13
Maxim rang up the next morning to say he would be back about
seven. I wondered what I should do with my day. I had slept badly; I had been
restless, waking up often, and when I looked at my clock I saw that the hands
had hardly moved. I must have cried when I slept, for when I awoke in the
morning the pillow was damp.
At about ten o'clock as I was crumbling some bread for the
birds on the terrace the telephone rang. It was Beatrice.
"Well, my dear, how are you?" she said.
"I thought of going to see granny. It's time you met the old lady, you
know."
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"I'd like to very much,
Beatrice," I said.
"Very well, then. I'll come along for you about
half past three. All right, my dear, see you later."
And at half past three I heard the sound of Beatrice's
car round the turn of the drive. I ran out to meet her, fully dressed, with
gloves in my hand.
"You don't look well," she said immediately,
looking me up and down, "much too thin in the face and very pale."
"It's nothing," I said humbly, knowing the defect
of my face too well. "I'm not a person who ever has much colour."
"You are not by any chance starting an infant, are
you?" she said, turning her brown eyes upon me.
"No," I said, confused. "No, I don't
think so."
"I must say I do hope you will produce a son and a heir
before long. It would be so terribly good for Maxirn. I hope you are doing
nothing to prevent it."
"Of course, not," I said. "What an
extraordinary question."
"Oh, don't be shocked," she said, "you must
never mind what I say. Tell me, were you interested in those books I sent
you?"
"Yes, of course," I said.
"It was a lovely present, Beatrice.'
She looked pleased. "Glad you liked
them," she said.
The car drove along. She kept her foot permanently on the
accelerator. I felt rather frightened and sat lower in my seat. We were coming
to our destination.
"Don't forget the old lady is nearly blind,"
said Beatrice, "and she does not very well understand what is what. I
telephoned to the nurse that we were coming, so everything will be all
right."
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The house was large and not attractive. I could tell at once
that such sort of house was kept by a big staff. And all for one old lady who
was nearly blind.
A neat parlour-maid opened the door. We went through a
narrow hall and a drawing-room crowded with furniture to a veranda facing a
square lawn. In the corner was an arm-chair. Beatrice's grand-mother was
sitting there, surrounded with pillows and shawls. When we came close to her I
saw that she had a strong resemblance to Maxim. That was what Maxim would look
like, if he were very old, if he were blind. The nurse by her side got up from
her chair and put aside the book she was reading aloud. She smiled at Beatrice.
Beatrice shook hands with her and introduced me.
"Granny looks all right, " she said. "I don't know how she does
it at eighty-six. Here we are, Gran," she said, raising her voice,
"arrived safe and soundl "
The grandmother looked in our
direction. "Dear Bee," she said,"how nice of you to come and
visit me. It's so dull here, nothing for you to do."
Beatrice leant over her and kissed her. "I've brought
Maxim's wife to see you," she said, "she wanted to come and see you,
but she and Maxim have been so busy."
The grandmother touched my face with her fingers. "You
nice thing," she said, "so good of you to come. I'm very pleased to
see you, dear. Sit down in this chair, where I can see you. And you, Bee, come
the other side. How is dear Roger? He doesn't come to see me."
"He will come in August," shouted Beatrice;
"he's leaving Eton, you know, he's going to Oxford."
She went on telling Granny about her son, her husband,
her horses and her dogs, and the old lady seemed to

safe and
sound                    LteJ1b1e      HeBpeAHMb1e
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listen to her with great attention. I felt
sorry for her. All was finished now for her, all gone. Her husband had been
dead for forty years, her son for fifteen. She had to live in this big, red
house with the nurse until it was time for her to die. UI wished I could lay my
hands upon her face and take the years away. I wished I could see her young, as
she was once. Not sitting there with her eyes closed while the nurse fixed the
pillows behind her head.
"It's lovely now in Manderley," I said drawing
nearer to Maxim's grandmother. "The roses are in bloom. I wish I had
brought you some."
"Yes, I like roses," she said absently, and then
looking at me with her blind blue eyes, "Are you staying at Manderley
too?"
I swallowed. There was a slight pause. Then Beatrice said in
her loud, impatient voice, "Gran, darling, you know perfectly well she
lives there now. She and Maxim are married."
The old lady's mouth began to tremble. "You talk too
much, all of you. I don't understand." Then she looked across at me
frowning and began to shake her head. "Who are you, my dear? I haven't
seen you before. I don't know your face. I don't remember you at Manderley.
Bee, who is this child? Why did Maxim not bring Rebecca? I'm so fond of Rebecca.
Where is dear Rebecca?"
There was a long pause, a moment of agony. I felt my cheeks
grow scarlet. The nurse got to her feet very quickly and went to the arm-chair.
"I want Rebecca," repeated the old lady,
"what have you done with Rebecca?" Beatrice rose clumsily from the
table, shaking the cups and saucers. She too had turned very red, and her lips
trembled.
"I think you'd better go, Mrs.
Lacy," said the nurse.
"She gets excited like this from time to time.
It's very un-
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fortunate it should happen today. I'm sure you will
understand, Mrs. de Winter." She turned apologetically to me.
"Of course," I said quickly, "it's much
better we should go."
We went through the drawing-room to the
hall and out of the front door. Beatrice started up the car without a word. She
spoke to me when we turned out of the village. "My dear," she began,
"I'm so awfully sorry. I don't know what to say."
"It's absolutely all right," I said hurriedly,
"it doesn't matter a bit."
"I've forgotten she was so fond of Rebecca,"
said Beatrice slowly, "I was a fool not to expect something like
this." "Please, Beatrice, don't. I tell you I don't mind."
"Rebecca used to invite the old lady over to Manderley.
Poor darling Gran used to rock with laughter at whatever Rebecca said. Of
course she was always very amusing, and the old lady liked that. She had an
amazing gift, Rebecca I mean, of being attractive to everybody: men, women,
children, dogs. I suppose the old lady has never forgotten her. My dear, you
won't thank me for this afternoon. "
"I don't mind, I don't mind,"
I repeated mechanically. If only Beatrice could leave the subject alone. It did
not
interest me. What did it matter after all? What did anything matter? The only
thing that mattered to me was that Maxim should never hear of it.
Presently we came to the high roadl at the top of the
hill. Beatrice left me at the gates and drove to the station to meet Giles by
the London train.
I got out of the car at the lodge gates and we kissed
good-bye.
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"Put on some weight next time I see you," she
said; "it doesn't suit you to be so thin. Give Maxim my love and forgive
me for today." She disappeared in a cloud of dust and I walked down the
drive.
When I came to the end of the long drive at last, I saw that
Maxim's car was standing in front of the house. My heart lifted, I ran quickly
into the library. As I came nearer I heard the sound of voices, one louder than
the other, Maxim's voice. The door was shut. I hesitated a moment before going
in.
"You can write and tell him from me to keep away from
Manderley in future, do you hear? Never mind who told me, that's of no
importance. I know his car was seen here yesterday afternoon. If you want to
meet him, you can meet him outside Manderley. I won't have him inside the
gates, do you understand? Remember, I'm warning you for the last time. "
I ran quickly up the stairs and hid in the gallery. Mrs.
Danvers came out of the library, shutting the door behind her. I had caught one
glance of her face. It was grey with anger and hatred.
I waited a moment and then went slowly downstairs to
the library. I opened the door and went in. Maxim was standing by the window,
holding some letters in his hand.
I smiled, holding out my hands.
"Hallo," I said.
"Oh, it's you..."
I could tell at a glance that something had made him very
angry. "What were you doing?" he said.
"I went to see your grandmother," I said.
"Beatrice drove me over this afternoon."
"How was the old lady?"
"All right."
"What's happened to Bee?"
"She had to get back to meet
Giles."
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We sat together on the window-seat. I
took his hand in mine. "I've missed you terribly," I said.
"Have you?"
I wondered if he would tell me what had happened just now in
the library with Mrs. Danvers. I wondered who had told him about Favell.
"Are you worried about
something?" I said.
"I've had a long day," he said; "that drive
twice in twenty-four hours is too much for anyone.'
He got up and walked away, lighting a cigarette. I knew then
that he was not going to tell me about Mrs.
Danvers.
"I'm tired too," I said slowly, "it's
been a funny sort of day."
Activities
 Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
heir, saucer, warn, anger, move, touch, eyes.
[eal ['so:sa] [wo:n] æl)ga] [mu:v] [tAtf] [arz]
Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
I Find in the text the English
equivalents for the following words and word combinations:
6ecfl0KoiiHb1ñ, HaCJ1eAHHK, npeaoTBparuaTb,
Mecrro Ha3HaqeHHH, rrepc0HaJI (urrarr), OHPHTHb1ñ, CXOACTBO,
UeJ1b1ñ H HeBPeAHMb1Ü, JleHW1'b (3
(þopMb1), KJ1aCTb
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2
3
(3 (ÞOPMbL), HerrepneJIHBbIñ,
HeBe3yt1Hñ, arro He HMeerr 3HaqeHHfl, BCKope, KOJIe6aTbCfl,
npeAynpeffcaaTb, CKyqaTb.
Replace the italicized words and word
combinations with their antonyms from the box.

damp
restless permanently badly to put on to
  awake

to raise resemblance to prevent from
  clumsily impatient

I) Having spent some weeks at the
hospital, she got restful and slept well.
2)
I fell asleep at
dawn when the sun was rising.
3)
The bed-clothes that we were given in the train were dry.
4)
He lowered his voice and repeated his question. 5) My neighbour
lives in his flat from time to time but I seldom see him.
6)
The woman rose gracefully and left the room.
7)
She is very
patient with her children.
8)
After her illness she began to lose weight.
9)
I think that the
measures taken by the Government will stimulate the rise of the economy.
10)
Everybody was
amazed at the difference between the twins.
Translate the sentences paying attention to
the Gerund.
1)
I suggest sending
the children's drawings to an exhibition.
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2)
We could not help laughing looking at the clowns. 3) She is keen
on collecting old postcards.
4)
His being late prevented us from going on an excursion.
5)
Do you mind my opening the door?
6)
It's no use waiting for him. I'm sure he won't
come.
7)
I must have my watch repaired. It keeps stopping.
8)
It depends on my Mother allowing me to go with you.
9)
If you don't want to lose all your money, you must stop gambling.
10)
I think this
dress is worth buying. It is very beautiful but it needs shortening.
     Checking Comprehension
Say whether these statements are true or false.
1)
Daphne slept badly because she was under the impression of her
last meeting with Mrs. Danvers.
2)
Daphne had a good complexion.
3)
Daphne was
expecting a baby.
4)
Maxim's
grandmother had no resemblance to him.
5)
Daphne was sorry
for the old lady.
6)
The grandmother hated Rebecca.
7)
She realized that Daphne was Maxim's wife.
8)
Beatrice expected such a behaviour of her grandmother.
9)
Daphne was afraid
that Maxim would learn about the incident.
10)  Daphne
told Maxim about the visit of Mr. Favell.
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Discussion Tasks
Imagine that one of you is Daphne. Ask her questions
about her visit to Maxim's grandmother.
CHAPTER 14
It was one Sunday, I remember, when we had an invasion
of visitors during the afternoon, that the subject of the fancy dress ball was
first brought up. Maxim lit a cigarette and his eyes met mine over the tea-pot.
"What do you think about it?" he
asked.
"I don't know," I said uncertainly. "I don't
mind.' And so it was decided to organize a fancy
dress ball. "What will you wear?" I asked Maxim.
"I never dress up," said Maxim. "It's the
only privilege allowed to the host, isn't it?"
"I can't really go as a
shepherdess," I said, "what on earth shall I wear? I'm not much good
at dressing-up.'
"Put a ribbon round your hair and be
Alice-in-Wonderland," said Maxim lightly; "you look like her now,
with your finger in your mouth."
"Don't be so rude," I said. "I'll give
you and Frank the surprise of your lives, and you won't recognize me."
"As long as you don't black your face and pretend to be
a monkey I don't mind what you do," said Maxim.
"All right, that's a bargainl," I said.
"I'll keep my costume a secret to the last minute, and you won't know
anything about it." I heard Maxim laughing as I went

that's a
bargain — AOTOBOPHJIHCB
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out into the garden, and he said
something to Frank which I did not catch.
The preparations for the ball went on.
Everything seemed to be done at the estate office. Maxim and Frank were down
there every morning. As Frank had said, I did not have to bother my head about
anything. I began to get in a panic about my costume. I was not able to think
of anything and kept remembering that all the people who would come,
would criticize me, eager to see what I could invent. At last, in desperation,
I remembered the books, that Beatrice had given me for a wedding present, and
sat down in the library one morning turning over the pages as a last hope,
passing from illustration to illustration. Nothing seemed suitable, they were
all so elaborate and pretentious, those costumes of velvet and silk in the
•reproductions given of Rubens, Rembrandt and others. I copied one or two of
them, but they did not please me, and I threw the sketches into the waste-paper
basket, thinking no more about them.
In the evening, when I was changing for dinner, there was a
knock at my bedroom door. I called "Come in", thinking it was my maid
Clarice. The door opened but it was not Clarice. It was Mrs. Danvers. She held
a piece of paper in her hand. "I hope you will forgive me for disturbing
you," she said, "but I was not sure whether you wanted to throw these
drawings away."
She held out the paper for me to see. It was the drawing I
had done during the morning.
"No, Mrs. Danvers," I said after a moment, "I
don't want them."
"Very good," she said, still standing there
by the door. "So you have not decided yet what you will wear?" she
said. There was an odd satisfaction in her voice. I supposed she had heard of
my efforts through Clarice.
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"No," I said. "No, 10 haven't
decided."
She continued watching me, putting her hand on the handle of
the door.
"Why don't you copy one of the pictures in the
gallery?" she said.
I pretended to file my nails. They were too short already,
but the action gave me something to do and I did not have to look at her.
"Yes, I'll think about it," I said. I wondered to
myself why such an idea had never come to me before. It was a very good
solution to my difficulty.
"All the pictures in the gallery would make good
costumes,' said Mrs. Danvers, "especially the one of the young lady in
white, with her hat in her hand." Her voice was surprisingly normal and
friendly, and I wondered why she had taken the trouble to come up with my
sketch herself. Did she want to be friends with me at last?
"Has not Mr. de Winter suggested a costume for
you?" she said.
 "No," I said, after a moment's
hesitation. "No, I want to surprise him and Mr. Crawley. I don't want them
to know anything about it."
"It's not for me to make a suggestion," she said,
"but if I were you, Madam, I should study the pictures in the gallery,
especially the one I mentioned. And you need not think I will give you away. I
won't say a word to anyone."
"Thank you, Mrs. Danvers, " I said. She shut the
door very gently behind her. I was surprised by her attitude so different from
our last meeting.
After dinner I went upstairs to the gallery to have a
look at the pictures. I knew them well of course by now, but had never studied
them with an intention to
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reproduce one of them as a fancy-dress.
Mrs. Danvers was right of course. What an idiot I had been not to think of it
before. I always liked the girl in white, with a hat in her hand. It was the
portrait of Caroline de Winter, a sister of Maxim's great-great grandfather.
The white dress should be easy to copy. Those puffed sleeves, the flounce, and
the little bodice. The hat might be rather difficult, and I should have to wear
a wig.
What a relief it was to have decided at last! I began almost
to look forward to the ball. I wrote to a shop in London, enclosing a sketch of
the portrait and had a favourable reply, saying the work would be started at
once, and they would manage the wig as well.
The house began to wear a new air. Men came to lay the floor
for dancing in the great hall, and in the drawing-room some of the furniture
was moved so that the long buffet tables could be placed against the wall. Mrs.
Danvers never appeared herself, but I was aware of her continually. It was her
voice I heard in the drawingroom when they came to put the tables, it was she
who gave directions for the laying of the floor in the hall. Whenever I came
upon the scene she always disappeared
and I could only hear the sound of her
footsteps on the stairs.
At last the great day came. Thank
heaven, the shop had sent my dress in time. It looked wonderful, and the wig
was perfect. I tried it on after breakfast, and was amazed at the
transformation. I looked quite attractive, quite different altogether. Not me
at all.
Maxim and Frank kept asking me about my costume. "You
won't recognize me," I told them, "you will both get the shock of
your lives."
It was suddenly fun, the thought of the dance, and that I
was to be the hostess. The dance was given in my
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honour, because I was the bride. I sat on
the table in the library, longing to go upstairs and put on my dress, try the
wig in front of the looking-glass. It was new, this sudden unexpected sensation
of being important, of having all the people looking at me and talking about my
dress.
To kill the time before the fancy-ball I went upstairs to
see the rooms. I realized for the first time how beautiful the house was
looking. There were flowers in every corner, red roses in silver bowls on the
white cloth of the supper table, the long windows open to the terrace, where,
as soon as it was dark, the fairy lights were to shine. It was not the still
quiet Manderley I knew. It was as if the house remembered other days, long, long
ago, and Caroline de Winter, whom I should represent today, would walk down the
wide stairs in her white dress to dance the minuet.
I found Clarice waiting for me in my bedroom, her face
flushed with excitement. We spoke to one another in low voices like conspirators,
we walked on tiptoe. The dress fitted perfectly. I stood still, hardly able to
restrain my impatience, while Clarice hooked me up with fumbling fingersl.
"It's wonderful, Madam," she kept saying.
"It's a dress fit for the Queen of England."
"How is it? How do I look?" I did not wait
for her answer. I twisted and turned in front of the mirror, I frowned, I
smiled. I felt different already, no longer ashamed of my appearance. I took
the wig with soft shining curls with trembling fingers, laughing under my breath,
looking up at Clarice.

while Clarice hooked me up with fumbling fingers               110Ka
RJ1apuc
aacrrerHBaJ1a Ha MHe                                                        APO*CaL1-UfMH
rraJ1buaMM
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"Oh, Clarice," I said, "what will Mr. de
Winter say?" Somebody came and knocked at the door.
"Who is there?" I cried out in panic.
"It's me, my dear," said Beatrice, "have you
dressed up? I want to look at you."
"No,
no," I said, "you can't come in, I'm not ready."
"Don't be too long, my dear, we are all so intrigued.
Are you sure you don't want any help?"
"No," I shouted impatiently, losing my head,
"go away, go downstairs."
I did not recognize the face that stared at me in the glass.
The eyes were larger, the mouth narrower, the skin white and clear. The curls
stood in a little cloud. I watched this self that was not me at all and then
smiled, a new, slow smile.
"Oh, Clarice!" I said. "Oh, Clarice!" I
took the skirt of my dress in my hands and danced to her, the flounces sweeping
the floor. She laughed excitedly, flushed, very pleased.
"Unlock the door," I said. "I'm going down.
Run ahead and see if they are there." And I lifted my skirts off the
ground and followed her along the corridor. I went through the archway at the
head of the big staircase and looked down on the hall below.
Yes, there they were. Giles, in his white Arab dress,
laughing loudly, showing the knife at his side; Beatrice in an extraordinary
green costume with bright trailing beads; Frank, a little foolish in his
striped jersey and sea-boots; Maxim, the only normal one of the party, in his
evening clothes.
I had never felt so excited before, so happy
and so proud. I waved my hand at the drummer. "Call out Miss Caroline de
Winter," I whispered. He smiled and bowed. I picked up my skirt in my
hands. Then the sound of
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the drum echoed in the great hall and I
saw everybody look up amazed and bewildered from the hall below.
"Miss Caroline de Winter," shouted the
drummer.
Activities
Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
shepherdess, bargain, bother, elaborate, buffet,
honour, striped, echo, minuet.
['Jepadrs] ['ba.•gln] ['bDða] [I'læbarat]
['bufel] ['Ono]
[strarpt] ekau] [,mmju'et]
 Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
1
Fill in the gaps with the appropriate words from the box.

a wig to pretend elaborate an effort an attitude

a sensation to restrain to be ashamed a solution to bother

1)
Don't  that
you don't hear me. Please, answer my question.
2)
Please make   to arrive early.
3)
It seems to me
that Pelevin's books are too
 I can't understand them.
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4)
We must try to find the bestof this problem.
5)
During his long life histo some politicians changed.
6)
 makes
this actress unrecognizable.
7)
It was new for
him — this new  of freedom.
8)
Nothing could  his
young energy.
9)
"You will  of
your words, " Mother told her son.
10)   Don't  I can do it
myself.
2
Translate the
sentences using the words and expressions from the box.

to come across to come out to come over to come true to come of

come on!
go ahead!
  to go in for to go with it goes without saying

1)
Hy HAeM *ce, Mbl
orra3Ab1BaeM.
2)
Crrpax OBJIaaeJI  Roraa OHa YBHAe.na MHCcuc A3HBepc.
3)
MOH cecrrpa
YB.neRaerrcfl (3aHHMaerrcfl) (þnrypHbIM I-carraHnerv1 H aevnaerr
ÕOJ1bLUHe ycnexH.
4)
arra cyMotIKa
XOPOLLIO rapM0HHpyerr C MOHM HOBb1M TIJIaTbervI.
5)
Pa60rrafl B
6H6JIHOTeKe, yqeHb1iá HarrKHYJICfl Ha HeH3BeCTHbIe 11HCbMa Toncrroro.
6)
 Bac cJIYIL1aH).
7)
qepe3 MHOFO JleT
ee MeqTb1 OCYLqeCTBHJIHCb.
8)
9T0T H3BeCTHb1ii
rmcarreJ1b nponcxoawr 113 npocrroü KpeCTbflHcrcoä cerv1bH.
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3
4
9)
CaMO C060ü
pa.3YMeerrcq, wro BCe JleqeHHe 6yaerr 6ecrIJ1aTHb1M.
10)
RorAa Bblll-l.na
ero noc.neAHflfl KHHra, OHa cpa" rrp0H3BeJ1a ceHcaumo.
Open the brackets putting the Infinitive into the
appropriate form. Define its function. Translate the sentences.
1)
(To learn) a foreign language one must practise regularly.
2)
(To know) a foreign language and a computer is necessary for any
specialist.
3)
The blind man liked (to read) aloud.
4)
I remember (to see) this film long ago.
5)
The coat had (to
take) to a tailor (to shorten).
6)
 Where are the children? They must (to play) in the yard.
7)
I was sorry (to
miss) the last train.
8)
This is an educational film (to show) in class.
9)
He was the first (to raise) this question.
10)   The woman is
too weak (to operate) upon.
Translate the sentences using either the Gerund or the
Infinitive.
1) AeTH Jlr05HT urpaTb B
KOM11bwrePHbIe Hrpbl, 2) Rarrq YBJ1eKaerrcfl neHHeM.
3)
He 3aõYAb
11PHHeCTH aeHbI'H Ha 9RCKypcmo.
4)
 3aÕb1JIa, wro oõeruaJIa npHHecTH Hal-INH
(þorrorpacþHH.
5)
R CO*caJ1eHmO,  He
Mory 110MOtIb Te6e ceiiqac.
OqeHb .3aHflT.
6)
OH He Mor He
BJ1106HTbCfl B 3TY 'PEIaHTJIHBYK) aeBYLIIRY.
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7)
110 aopore B
aaponoprr Mbl OCTaHOBHJIHCb, WT06b1 RY11HTb uBeTb1.
8)
nepecrraJIa
110KynaTb 3TOT  Hax0MY
ero OgeHb r.JIY11b1M.
      Checking Comprehension
Answer the questions.
1)
What question was discussed one Sunday?
2)
Did Daphne know what she would wear when she promised to give
Maxim and Frank the surprise of their lives?
3)
Where did Daphne try to find an idea of the costume? Why didn't
she like it?
4)
What did Mrs. Danvers suggest?
5)
How did the costume look?
6)
In what way was the house decorated?
7)
What did Daphne feel when she looked at herself in the
looking-glass?
8)
Were all the guests present in the hall when Daphne appeared at
the head of the staircase?
9)
Why was she so excited? 10) Who called her out?
Discussion Tasks
Imagine that you are Daphne. Tell the
class about your preparations for the fancy dress ball.

CHAPTER 15
I came forward to the head of the stairs and stood there,
smiling, with my hat in my hand, like the girl in the picture. I waited for the
clapping and laughter that would follow as I walked slowly down the stairs.
Nobody clapped, nobody smiled.
They all stared at me like dumb things. Beatrice uttered a
little cry and put her hand to her mouth. I went on smiling, putting one hand
on the banister.
"How do you do, Mister de Winter," I said.
Maxim did not
move. He stared up at me with a glass in his hand. There was no colour in his
face. It was ashen white. I saw Frank come up to him, but Maxim shook him
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off. I hesitated, one foot already on the
stairs. Something was wrong. Why was Maxim looking like that? Why did they all
stand like dummies, like people in a trance?
Then Maxim moved forward to the stairs, keeping his eyes on
my face.
"What on earth are you doing?" he asked angrily.
His face was still ashen white.
I could not move, I went on standing
there with my hand on the banister.
"It's the picture," I said,
terrified at his eyes, at his voice. "It's the picture, the one in the
gallery."
There was a long silence. We went on staring at each
other. Nobody moved in the hall. I swallowed. "What is it?" I said.
"What have I done?"
When Maxim spoke again, I did not recognize his voice. It
was icy cold, not a voice I knew.
"Go and change," he said, "it does not matter
what you put on. Find an ordinary evening dress, anything will do. Go now,
before the other guests come." I could not speak, I went on staring at
him.
"What are you standing there for?" he said in a
harsh voice. "Didn't you hear what I said?"
I turned and ran blindly through the archway to the
corridors beyond. Tears blinded my eyes. The corridor was deserted. I looked about
me like a haunted animal. Then I saw that the door leading to the west wing was
open wide, and that someone was standing there.
It was Mrs. Danvers. I shall never forget the expression on
her face — loathsome, triumphant. The face of a devil. She stood there, smiling
at me.
And then I ran from her, down the long narrow passage
to my own room, stumbling over the flounces of my dress.
Clarice was waiting for me in my bedroom. She looked pale
and frightened. As soon as she saw me she
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burst into tears. I did not say anything.
I began tearing at the hooks of my dress, but I could not manage them properly,
and Clarice came to help me, still crying noisily.
"Your lovely dress, Madam,"
she said, "your lovely white dress. "
"It's all right, Clarice, its doesn't matter," I said.
"What will you wear instead,
Madam?"
"I don't know," I said, "I don't know. Please
leave me alone. Don't worry, I shall manage all right. Forget what's happened.
I want you to enjoy the party.' Somebody knocked at the door.
"Who is it?" I said. The door opened and Beatrice
came into the room. She came to me at once, a strange, rather ridiculous figure
in her Eastern costume with bracelets jangling on her wrists.
"My dear," she said, "my dear," and held
out her hands to me. "Of course I understood at once it was just a
terrible mistake. You could not possibly know." "Know what?" I
asked.
"Why, the dress, you poor dear, was what Rebecca wore
at the last fancy dress ball at Manderley. Identical. The same picture, the
same dress. You stood there on the stairs, and for one horrible moment I
thought... It was such a shock, you see. And Maxim..." "Yes,
Maxim?" I said.
"He thinks you did it deliberately. You had some
bet you would shock him, didn't you? Some foolish joke. I told him at once you
could not do such a thing, and that was sheer appalling luckl that you had
chosen that particular picture."

1 that was sheer appalling luck OTO
npocrro y•xacHafl CJ1yqaÜHOCTb
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"I ought to have known," I said. "It's all my
fault. I ought to have known."
"No, no, don't worry, you'll be able to explain the
whole thing to him. Everything will be all right. The first people were
arriving just as I came upstairs to you. They are having drinks. I've told
Frank and Giles 'to make up a story about your dress not fitting, and that you
are very disappointed."
I did not say anything. I went on sitting on the bed with my
hands in my lap.
"What can you wear instead?" asked Beatrice, going
to my wardrobe and opening the doors. "Here. What about this blue? It
looks charming. Put this on. Quick. I'll help you."
"No," I said. "No, Beatrice, I'm not coming
down. I can't face them, not after what's happened."
"But, my dear, you must. You can't possibly not appear.
It will look so extraordinary if you don't come down. I can't say you've
suddenly got a headache."
Somebody else
knocked on the door. Giles was standing outside. "Maxim sent me up to find
out what's happening," he said.
"She says she won't come down,"
said Beatrice.
"What shall I say to Maxim?" he
asked Beatrice.
"It's five past eight now."
"Say she's feeling bad, but will try and come down
later. I'll go down in a minute." He went away in his Arabian costume.
"I shall have to go down,"
said Beatrice. "They are waiting for dinner. Are you sure it's all right
for me to leave you?"
"Yes, and thank you, Beatrice.'
She left the room, closing the door behind her. I got up
from my bed and looked out of the window. The sky
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was pale, with a few salmon clouds floating
to the west. The people must be sitting out in the garden now and having
dinner. They must be talking to one another and laughing. "Like in the old
days, isn't it?" one would say. But his friend would shake his head,
puffing at his pipe. "This new one is not like our Mrs. de Winter, she .
is quite different." And a woman next them would agree, other people too,
all saying "That's right" and nodding their heads.
"Where is she tonight? She's not
been on the terrace. '
"Mrs. de Winter
used to be here, there, and everywhere. "
"Aye, that's right."
And the woman would turn to her neighbours nodding
mysteriously. "I have heard the marriage is not a big success. They say
he's beginning to realize he's made a big mistake. She's nothing to look at,
you know."
"And when you think of
Rebecca..."
The salmon sky had turned to grey. Above my head was the
evening star. I picked up the white dress I had left on the floor and put it
back in the box. Then I took out of my cupboard a little portable iron and
began to iron the blue dress that Beatrice had taken from the wardrobe. Slowly,
methodically, as I used to iron Mrs. Van Hopper's dresses in Monte Carlo.
When I had finished, I cleaned the make-up off my face,
combed my hair and washed my hands. I put on the blue dress and the shoes that
went with itl. Then I opened the door and went along the corridor. When I came
to the archway by the gallery and the staircase,
I heard the murmur of conversation coming
from the

that went with it — ROTOPbreR prepay
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dining-room. They were still having dinner. I walked
slowly down the stairs to meet them.
When I look back at my first and my last party at Manderley,
I can remember little. There was a sea of dim faces none of whom I knew, and
there was the band that played a waltz that never finished, that went on and
on. The dancing couples twisted like marionettes, to and fro, to and frol
across the huge hall, and it was not I who watched them, not someone with
feelings, made of flesh and blood, but a dummy who wore a smile screwed to its
face. The figure who stood beside it was wooden too. His face was a mask, his
smile was not his own.
He did not speak to me. He did not touch me. We stood beside
one another, the host and the hostess, but we were not together. We were like
two performers in a play, but we were not acting with one another.
The evening dragged on, hour after hour, the same faces and
the same tunes. Beatrice whispered in my ear.
"Why don't you sit down? You look like
death."
"I'm all right."
Then everybody went out on the terrace and watched the
fireworks. Again and again the rockets flew into the air like arrows, and the
sky became bright red and gold. Manderley stood out like an enchanted house,
with all windows aflame, the grey walls coloured by the falling stars.
People began to form up in queues to say
good-bye.
I put on my smile again.
"The best evening I've spent for a
long time."
'61 'm so glad."
"Many thanks for a grand party."
"I'm so glad."
to and fro — B'.3aA-BnepeA
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"Good-bye, a wonderful party."
"I'm so glad."
Was there no other sentence in the English language? I bowed
and smiled like a dummy, my eyes searching for Maxim above their heads.
The hall began to empty. Beatrice came up to me, pulling off
her ringing bracelets.
"You looked very charming in your blue. Everyone said
so. So you mustn't worry."
"No."
"All right, my dear. Sleep well." She kissed me
swiftIy, patting my shoulder, and then went off to find Giles in the
supper-room. I walked slowly up the stairs and along the corridor to my room.
I got into my bed. My legs were tired. I lay down and closed
my eyes. I wished my mind would rest like my body and pass to sleep. I wondered
when Maxim would come. The bed beside me looked cold and empty. The little
bed-side clock ticked out the minutes one by one. I lay on my side watching it.
It came to the hour and passed it again. But Maxim did not come.
Activities
Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
dumb, haunted, appalling, headache, puff,
aye, iron, queue, bow.
[dAm] ['ho:ntld] [a' po:lll)] ['hedelk] [PAf] [al]
[man] [kju:] [bat']
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1)
loathsomea) roaHTbCfl, ÕbITb Bnopy purpose to harm
her.
2)
banisterb) pacn„qarcarrbcq 6) The poor dog got lost and was
trembling from 3) to swallowc) MeJIOAHfi head to foot.
4)

to bowd)7) These shoes don't
match my dress. I'll change them.
5)
to burst into tearse) nepnna 8) The intelligence service of the
USA is looking for 6) it doesn't matterf) cþeüe1)BepK the people
responsible for the horrible terrorist
7)
a queueg)
1'J10TaTb    attacks.
8)
deliberatelyh) rerraAHTb 9) These people don't act on their own
will, they are 9) to fiti) OTBPaTwreJ1bHbIÜ    only marionettes in
somebody's hands.
10)
to ironj)
K.naHflTbCS1
11)
a tunek) ogepeAb

I)

He MOYerr
  6b1Tb, HT06b1 Rarrq yxpavqa aeHbI'H. Tbl,

2

Replace the italicized words and word
  combinations

AOJI}KHO Õb1Tb, norrepflJ1a HX.

with their synonyms from the box.

2)

EMY
  CJIeAOBaJIO HaqaTb .neqeHHe (treatment) paHbme. Ceäqac CJIHILIKOM
  1103AH0.

12)
fireworksI) 3T0
He HMeeT .3HaqeHHfl

Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks

3)

All
  the women were charmed by his voice and fine manners.

1 Match up the English
  words and word combinations

4)

The
  visitors of the Royal Palace were shown

in the left column with their Russian equivalents in

splendid halls with antique furniture.

the right column.

5)

She
  was sure that her former husband did it on

3 Translate the sentences using
Modal verbs with the Perfect Infinitive.

      deliberately                                                                               3)
— I'Ae aerru? — OHM, HaBepHoe,                                                     B
I-LIROJIY.
to shake 4) Herr
CMbICJ1a exarrb ceüqac B Tearrp. BwreTb1, AOJI}Kto clap HO Õb1Tb,
YHce pacnponaHbI (to sell out).
to go with smth   5) He MOThcerr
Õb1Tb, qT06b1 OHa 3aÕb1.na o HameV1 Bcrrpea fault qe. M0Hcerr
Õb1Tb, OHa 3a60J1eJIa.
to search 6) MHe OtleHb CTb1AHO, wro
CHX nop He HaBeCTHterrible Jla 60J1bHYEO 1104pyry. MHe c.neAOBaJIO AaBHO
HaBegrand      CTHTb ee.

8)

 MHe Kayerrcfl, qrro Btlepa B
  AHCKorreKe BHAe-

1)

We don't know yet who is to blame for it.

na 3ayapAa. — Bbl He MOTJIH ero
  BHAeTb. OH ceü-

2)

When the curtain fell, everybody began to applaud.

qac aa rpaHnueñ.

a dummy 7) B010Cb, wro Mbl 01103aaJIH Ha rroeaa.
1--1aM HY}KHO to be enchanted 6b1JIO B3flTb rraKCH.

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 Checking Comprehension
Say why:
1)
everybody looked shocked when Daphne appeared in her fancy dress.
2)
Maxim was angry with Daphne.
3)
Maxim thought that she had done it deliberately.
4)
Mrs. Danvers looked triumphant.
5)
Clarice was crying.
6)
Daphne did not want to go downstairs.
7)
Daphne and Maxim behaved like dummies. 8) Maxim did not come that
night.
Discussion Tasks
Retell the chapter on behalf of:
I) Daphne.
2)
Maxim.
3)
Beatrice.
CHAPTER 16
When I awoke, it was past eleven, and Clarice must have come
in and brought me my tea without my hearing

her. I drank my cold tea and stared at the
wall in front of me. Maxim's empty bed brought me to reality, and the full
memory of the night before came to me once again.
It seemed to me, as I sat there in bed, staring at the
wall, at the sunlight coming in at the window, at Maxim's empty bed, that there
was nothing so shameful as a mar-
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riage that had failed. Failed after three months, as
mine had done. For I had no illusions left now, I no longer made any effort to
pretend. My marriage was a failure. We were not suited to one another. I was
too young for Maxim, too inexperienced, and, more important, I was not of his
world. The fact that I loved him did not matter. It was not the sort of love he
needed. He wanted something else that I could not give him, something he had
had before.
Maxim was not in love with me, he had never loved me. Our
honeymoon in Italy had meant nothing at all to him, nor our living here
together. He did not belong to me at all, he belonged to Rebecca. He still
thought about Rebecca. He would never love me because of Rebecca. She was still
in the house, as Mrs. Danvers had said; she was in that room in the west wing,
she was in the library, in the morning-room, in the gallery above the hall. And
in the garden, and in the woods, and in the stone cottage on the beach. Her
footsteps sounded in the corridors, her scent was on the stairs. The servants
still obeyed her orders, the food we ate was the food she liked. Her favourite
flowers filled the rooms. Her clothes were in the wardrobes in her room, her
brushes were on the table, her shoes beneath the chair, her nightdress on her
bed. Rebecca was still the mistress of Manderley. Rebecca was still Mrs. de
Winter.
Rebecca, always Rebecca. I will never get rid of
Rebecca. I could fight the living but I could not fight the dead. Rebecca will
never grow old. She will always be the same. I could not fight her. She was too
strong for me.
I had a bath and dressed and went
downstairs.
"Good morning, Robert," I said. "Have you
seen Mr. de Winter anywhere?"
"Good morning, Madam. He went out soon after
breakfast. He has not been in since."
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"You don't know where he
went?"
"No, Madam, I can't say."
I picked up the telephone and asked for
the number of his office. Perhaps Maxim was with Frank. I felt I must speak to
him, even if it was only for two minutes. I must explain to him that I did not
want to do what I had done last night. The clerk answered the telephone and
told me that Maxim was not there.
I put down the receiver, and got up from the writingdesk. I
was sure that I should never see Maxim again. He had gone away and would not
come back. Then I thought of Mrs. Danvers as I saw her last night, watching me
through the open door to the west wing, and that devilish smile on her white
face, and I remembered that she was a living breathing woman like myself. She
was not dead, like Rebecca, and I could speak to her.
I passed through the door to the west wing, and along the
dark silent corridor to Rebecca's room. I turned the handle of the door and
went inside.
I was sure that I should find her there, and I was right.
She was standing by the window, looking down upon the lawns.
"Mrs. Danvers," I said. "Mrs. Danvers."
She turned to look at me, and I saw her eyes were red and swollen with crying,
as mine were, and there were dark shadows in her white face.
"What is it?" she said, and her voice was low and
hoarse from the tears, as mine was.
I had not expected to find her so. I had pictured her
smiling as she had smiled last night, cruel and evil. But in front of me was an
old woman who was ill and tired.
She went on staring at me with those red, swollen eyes and I
did not know what to say to her or what to do.
"I left the menu on the desk as
usual," she said. "Do you
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want something changed?" Her words gave me
courage, and I left the door and came to the middle of the room.
"Mrs. Danvers," I said, "I have not come to
talk about the menu. You know that, don't you?"
She did not answer me. Her left hand opened and shut.
"You've done what you wanted, haven't you?" I
said, "You meant this to happen, didn't you? Are you pleased now? Are you
happy?"
She turned her head away, and looked out of the window
as she had done when I first came into the room. "Why did you ever come
here?" she said. "Nobody wanted you at Manderley. Why did you not
stay where you were out in France?"
"You seem
to forget I love Mr. de Winter," I said.
"If you loved him, you would never have married
him," she said.
"Why do you hate me?" I asked; "what have I
done to you that you should hate me?"
"You tried to take Mrs. de Winter's place," she
said. "Many people marry twice, men and women," I said. "There
are thousands of second marriages taking place every day. You talk as though my
marrying Mr. de Winter was a crime, a sacrilege against the dead. Haven't we as
much right to be happy as anyone else?"
"Mr. de Winter is not
happy," she said, turning to look at me at last; "any fool can see
it. You have only to look at his eyes. He's still in hell, and he's looked like
that ever since she died."
I went up to her, shook her by the arm. "You made
me wear that dress last night," I said, "I should never have thought
of it but for youl. You did it because you

1 but for you
—          6b1 He Bbl
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wanted to make him suffer. Do you think his
pain will bring Mrs. de Winter back again?"
She shook herself of me and the angry colour flooded her
dead white face. "What do I care for his suffering?" she said,
"he's never cared about mine. How do you think I've liked it, watching you
sit in her place, touch the things that were hers? What do you think it meant
to me to hear the servants talking about you as 'Mrs. de Winter'? 'Mrs. de
Winter has gone out for a walk', 'Mrs. de Winter wants the car at three
o'clock.' And all the while my Mrs. de Winter, my brave lady with her smile and
her lovely face, the real Mrs. de Winter, lying dead and cold and forgotten in
the church crypt. If he suffers, then he deserves to suffer, marrying a young
girl like you not ten months afterwards. Well, he's paying for it now, isn't he?
I've seen his face, I've seen his eyes. He's made his own hell and there's no
one but himself to thank for it."
She broke off and began to cry noisily with an open mouth
and dry eyes.
"Mrs. Danvers," I said. "Mrs.
Danvers." I stood before her helplessly, not knowing what to do.
"Why don't you go to your room and rest? Why don't you go to bed?"
She turned on me angrily. "Leave me alone,"
she said. "Go to your room," she mimicked,
"go to your room. The mistress of the house thinks I had better go to my
room. And after that, what then? You'll go running to Mr. de Winter and say
'Mrs. Danvers has been unkind to me, Mrs. Danvers has been rude.' You'll go
running to him like you did before, when Mr. Jack came to see me."
"I never told him."
"That's a lie. Who else told him, if you didn't? No one
else was here. I made up my mind then I'll teach you a lesson, and him too. Let
him suffer, I said. What
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do I care? What's his suffering to me? Why
shouldn't I see Mr. Jack here at Manderley? He's the only link I have left now
with Mrs. de Winter. 'I will not have him here,' he said. 'I'm warning you for
the last time.' He is still jealous, isn't he?"
"Jealous, Maxim jealous..."
"He was jealous while she lived, and now he's jealous
when she's dead," said Mrs. Danvers. "That shows you he's not
forgotten her, doesn't it? Of course he was jealous. So was everybody who knew
her. She only laughed. 'I shall live as I please, Danny,' she used to tell me,
'and the whole world won't stop me.' A man had only to look at her once and be
mad about her. They made love to her of course. She laughed, she would come
back and tell me what they had said, and what they'd done. It was like a game
to her. They were all jealous, all mad for her. Mr. de Winter, Mr. Jack, Mr.
Crawley, everyone who knew her, everyone who came to Manderley."
"I don't want to know," I said. "I don't want
to know." Mrs. Danvers came close to me, she put her face near to mine.
"It's no use, is it?" she said. "You'll never get the better of
her.l She's still mistress here, even if she is dead. She's the real Mrs. de
Winter, not you. It's you that's the shadow and the ghost. Well, why don't you
leave Manderley to her? Why don't you go?"
I backed away from her towards the window. My old fear and
horror were returning to me. She shook my arm and held it like a vice.
"Why don't you go?" she said. "We none
of us want you. He doesn't want you, he never did. He can't forget her. He
wants to be alone in the house again, with her. It's
You'll never get the better
of her.                Bayr HHRoraa ee He
OAOJ1eTb.
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you that ought to be lying there in the
church crypt, not her. It's you who ought to be dead, not Mrs. de Winter."
She pushed me towards the open window.
"Look down there," she said. "It's easy, isn't it? Why don't you
jump? It won't hurt. It's quick, not like drowning. Why don't you try it? Why
don't you go?"
I held on to the window-sill with my
hands.
"Why don't you jump?" whispered
Mrs. Danvers.
"Why don't you try? Go on, don't be afraid."
I shut my eyes. Soon I will forget about being unhappy, and
about loving Maxim. Soon I will not think about Rebecca any more... Yes, it was
so easy...
Suddenly an explosion shook the window where we stood.
The burst was followed by another and then by a third and fourth.
"What is it?" I said stupidly. "What
has happened?"
Mrs. Danvers relaxed her grip upon my
arm. She stared out of the window into the fog. "It's the rockets,"
she said; "a ship must have gone ashore in the bay."
We listened, staring into the white fog together. And
then we heard the sound of footsteps running on the terrace beneath us.
Activities
Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
beach, clerk, dead,
died, flood, warn, ghost. [bi:tn [kla:k] [ded] [dald] [flAd] [wo:n] [gaust]
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 Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
I Translate the sentences paying
attention to the italicized words and word combinations.
1)
a) All the efforts to catch the criminals failed.
b)
My mother is
getting old and her memory sometimes fails her.
c)      I
trust you. Please, don't fail me.
2)
I think it's a sacrilege to sing war songs in restaurants.
3)
My friend at first made up her mind to become an actress but then
she changed her mind and entered a teaching college.
4)
a) I don't care for their problems. I have got a lot of my own.
b)
She cares for
music and learns to play the piano.
5)
a) His words hurt Daphne and she burst into tears.
b)
"Does it
hurt here?" asked the doctor.
6)
a) This woman is older than Robert but he is mad about her.
b)
"Don't be
mad at me," begged the girl kneeling beside her boyfriend.
7)
a) We are doing
"A Crime and a Punishment" at school now.
b)      The
crime in Moscow in 2001 has risen by 10 per cent.
8)
a) Don't take
this knife. It's blunt.
b)      She
told him bluntly that she wouldn't marry him because she did not love him.
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2
Make up sentences of your own with the words from the box.

to
take place to warn to deserve courage to suffer from to pick up (a receiver,
flowers, words, smb) a shadow to brush an explosion a brush a flood

3
Open the brackets
using the Accusative with the Infinitive construction. Pay attention to the
form of the Infinitive.
I) We heard (your daughter + sing) in
a concert. She has a beautiful voice.
2)
Mother wants (I +
become) an economist but I want to be a doctor.
3)
We saw (many houses + wash away) with a flood.
4)
Our coach watched (we + train) before the competition.
5)
I'd like (my drawings + take) to the exhibition.
6)
I believe (they + return) already.
7)
The newspapers reported (Mikhalkov's new film + show) at the
opening of the International film festival. (2 variants)
8)
I know (he + send) to the Congress in the USA.
9)
A lot of children
would like to have a dog but their parents sometimes don't let (they + take)
one.
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10)
Don't make (your son + go) to these classes if he does not like
them.
Checking Comprehension
Say whether these statements are true or false.
1)
When Daphne woke up in the morning, she couldn't recall the
events of the night before.
2)
It seemed to
Daphne that there were much more important things in the world than a
successful marriage.
3)
Daphne was quite
sure that Maxim loved her.
4)
She thought that
Maxim couldn't forget Rebecca.
5)
She felt
Rebecca's presence everywhere in the house and was sure that Maxim had the same
feeling.
6)
Daphne didn't want to speak to her husband and didn't try to find
him.
7)
She went to Rebecca's room because she wanted to speak to Mrs.
Danvers and was sure she would find her there.
8)
When Daphne saw Mrs. Danvers, the latter was smiling at her as
she had smiled the night before.
9)
Mrs. Danvers said
she liked Daphne very much and didn't mind her being the hostess of Manderly.
10)   The two women
talked a little and parted quite pleased with each other.
Discussion Tasks
I Speak about:
1)
Rebecca as if you
were Mrs. Danvers.
2)
the scene at the
window as if you were Daphne.

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2 Act out a dialogue
between Daphne and Mrs. Danvers beginning with the words "I haven't come
to talk about the menu..." up to the words "He's made his own hell
and there's no one but himself to thank for it."

CHAPTER 17
It was Maxim. I could not see him but
I could hear his voice. He was shouting for Frith.
"She's ashorel " he said.
"I saw her come right into the bay and turn to the reef. I'm going back to
the cove to see if I can do anything.'
Mrs. Danvers drew back from the window. Her face was again
expressionless, the cold mask that I knew. "The

1 She's ashore — Ero Bb16POCHJIO Ha
õeper (B aHI'JIHñCKOM fl3b1 ship (KOPa6J1b) OAymeBJIflerrcfl
3arweHflerrcq MeCTOMMeHneM she B 3HaK oc060ro aH1'JIHqaH R MOPCROMY
cþJ10TY, õJ1aroaapfl KOTOPOMY AHT'JIHH B XVIl Bexe cne.na.uacb
Be.'1HK0ìi MOPCKOÜ aepncaBoü)
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owners will lose their ship,"
she said, "if she's run on the reef as Mr. de Winter said." Then she
went to the door and held it open for me.
I walked slowly along the passage, my mind was still
blunt and slow as though I had just woken from a long sleep. I went out on
the terrace and looked up at the windows above my head. It was by the large
window in the centre that I had stood five minutes before. How high it seemed
above my head. The stones were hard under my feet. I thought that I could be
lying on these stones now and felt hot. Black dots jumped in my eyes. I went
into the hall again and sat down on a chair. My hands were quite wet. I sat
very still, holding my knees.
This time yesterday Maxim and I were
standing with Frank in the little garden, waiting for lunch. Twentyfour hours
ago. They were teasing me, inquiring about my dress. "You'll both get the
surprise of your lives," I had said. If only I had known then what
surprise he would get...
And then I realized for the first time that Maxim had
not gone away as I had feared. The voice I had heard on the terrace was calm
and practical. Not the voice of last night when I stood at the head of the
stairs. Maxim had not gone away. He was down there in the cove somewhere. He
was himself, normal and sane. He had just been for a walk, he had seen the ship
turning to the shore. Maxim was safe. Maxim was all right.
At that moment Robert came in. "Is Mr. de Winter back
yet, Madam?" he asked.
"No," I said. "Why? Does
someone want him?"
"Yes, Madam, "said Robert, 'it's Captain Searle,
the inspector of the port in Kerrith, on the telephone. He wants to know if he
can come up and see Mr. de Winter personally.'
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"You'd better tell him to ring again at five
o'clock," I said. Robert went out of the room and came back again in a few
minutes.
"Captain Searle would like to see
you, if it would be convenient, Madam," said Robert. "He says the
matter is rather urgent. He tried to get Mr. Crawley, but there was no reply.'
"Yes, of course I'll see him if it's urgent. Tell
him to come along at once if he likes."
Robert went out of the room. I wondered what I should
say to Captain Searle. His business must have something to do with the ship. I
could not understand what concern it was of Maxim's. Captain Searle must have
got into his car right away after talking to Robert because in less than
quarter of an hour he was shown into the room.
I got up from the window-seat and shook hands with him.
"I'm sorry my husband isn't back yet, Captain Searle," I said.
"I haven't seen him all day."
"Yes, I heard he'd been to Kerrith but I missed him
there," said the inspector. "He must have walked back across the
cliffs when I was in my boat."
"I'm afraid the ship has disorganized everybody,' I
said. "What has happened to her?"
Captain Searle made a great circle with his hands.
"There's a deep hole in her bottom," he said, "but, Mrs. de
Winter, it's not the ship that's brought me here. Indirectly of course she's
the cause of my coming. The fact is, I've got some news for Mr. de Winter, and
I hardIy know how to break it to him." He looked at me very straight with
his blue eyes.
"What sort of news, Captain
Searle?"
He brought a large white handkerchief out of his pocket and
blew his nose. "Well, Mrs. de Winter, it's not very pleasant for me to
tell you either. The last
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thing I want to do is to cause pain to
you and your husband. It's hard on him and hard on you that we can't let the
past lie quiet. But I don't see how we can do it under the circumstances."
He paused and lowered his voice, although we were alone in the room.
"We sent the diver down to inspect the ship's
bottom," he said, "and while he was down there he made a discovery.
According to his words he found the hole in the ship's bottom and started to
work at the other side to see what other damages there were on her side when he
came across a little sailing boat. She was lying on her side, quite intact and
not broken up at all. He recognized the boat at once. It was the little boat
belonging to the late Mrs. de Winter."
My first feeling was one of thankfulness that Maxim
was not there to hear. "I'm so sorry," I said slowly, "is it
necessary to tell Mr. de Winter? Couldn't the boat be left there, as it is?
It's not doing any harm, is it?"
"It would be left, Mrs. de Winter,
if not for one circumstance. And I'd give anything, as I said before, to spare
your feelings. But that wasn't all. My man swam round the little boat and he
made another discovery. The cabin door was tightly closed. He broke
one of the windows with a stone and looked into the cabin. And then he got the
fright of his lifel, Mrs. de Winter.
Captain Searle paused and looked over his shoulder as
though one of the servants might hear him. "There was a body in there,
lying on the cabin floor," he said quietly. "Only bones of course,
there was no flesh on it. But it was a body all right. He saw the head and the
limbs. And now you understand, Mrs. de Winter, why I have to see your husband."

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I stared at him, shocked.
"She was supposed to be sailing alone?" I
whispered. "There must have been someone with her then, all the time, and
no one ever knew?"
"It looks like it."
"Who could it have been?" I said. "Why
should he be in the cabin and Mrs. de Winter herself be picked up many miles
away, months afterwards?"
Captain Searle shook his
head. "I can't tell any more than you," he said. "All we know is
that the body is there, and I have to report about it. There'll be a scandal,
I'm afraid, Mrs. de Winter. I don't know how we

can avoid it. It's very hard on you and
Mr. de Winter.' He broke off short as the door opened, and Maxim came into the
room.
"Hallo," he said, "I
didn't know you were here, Captain Searle. Is anything the matter?"
I could not stand it any longer. I
went out of the room and shut the door behind me. I sat on the terrace staring
at the green lawns. Soon I heard the sound of a car start-
ing up in the drive. Captain Searle must
have broken the news to Maxim and gone. I got up from the terrace and went up
slowly through the hall to the library.
Maxim was standing by the window with his back to me. I went
and stood beside him. He did not say anything.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered, "so terribly,
terribly sorry." He did not answer. His hand was icy cold. I kissed the
back of it, and then the fingers, one by one. "I don't want you to stand
it alone," I said. "I want to share it with you."
He put his arm round me and pulled me
to him very close. Then he took my face between his hands and looked at me.
"How much do you love me?" he said.
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I could not answer. I could only stare back at him, at his
dark tortured eyes and his pale face.
"It's too late, my
darling," he said. "We've lost our little chance of happiness."
"No, Maxim. No."
"Yes," he said. "It's all over now. The thing
has happened."
"What thing?"
"The thing I've always foreseen. The thing I've dreamt
about, night after night. We can't be happy, you and I." He sat on the
window-seat, and I knelt in front of him.
"What are you trying to tell me?" I said.
He put his hands on mine and looked into my face.
"Rebecca has won," he said.
I stared at him. My heart was beating violently, my hands
grew cold beneath his hands.
"Her shadow was between us all the time," he
said. "Her damned shadow keeping us from one another. How could I hold
you, my darling, my little one, with the fear always in my heart that this
would happen? I remembered her eyes as she looked at me before she died. She
knew this would happen. She knew she would win in the end."
"Maxim," I whispered, ' 'what are you saying, what
are you trying to tell me?"
"Her boat," he said, "they've found
it."
"Yes," I said. "I know. Captain Searle came
to tell me. You are thinking about the body, aren't you, the body the diver
found in the cabin?" "Yes," he said.
"It means she was not alone," I said. "It
means there was somebody sailing with Rebecca. And you have to find out who it
was."
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"No," he said. "No, you don't understand.
There was nobody with Rebecca, she was alone. It's Rebecca's body lying there
on the cabin floor."
"No," I said. "No."
"The woman buried in the crypt is not Rebecca," he
said. "It's the body of some unknown woman. There never was an accident.
Rebecca was not drowned at all. I killed her. I shot Rebecca in the cottage in
the cove. I carried her body to the cabin and took the boat out that night and
sank it there, where they found it today. It's Rebecca who's lying dead there
on the cabin floor. Will you tell me you love me now?"
Activities
Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
urgent, quiet, although, won, heart.
['3:d30nt] ['kwmat] [3.1' [WAn] [ha:t]
 Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
I Fill in the gaps with the words from the
box.

to fear convenient urgent
  right away to cause

a damage a circumstance concern to torture to spare

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I) "Excuse me for disturbing
you, but it's very 6)  said the secretary entering her boss's room.      7)
2)
I think it's no  of
you. You have nothing to do with this affair.
3)
Americans
new terrorist attacks.      8) It is known that "Doctor Zhivago" was
first published abroad.
It is reported that the conference devoted to fighting
international terrorism will take place in Brus-

4)
  Don't postpone sending these papers. Do it
5)
  I'll come tomorrow at 12 0'clock if it's
     to you.                                                                              Checking Comprehension

It is expected that this film will be bought.

6)
The
earthquake caused a greatto the town.
7)
His behaviour      his
parents a lot of trouble.
8)
To decide who is
to blame for the crash we must know all

9)
Don't show these
pictures to the relatives of the victims of the catastrophe.  their feelings.
10)   The gangsters  the businessman
to make him give them the money.
2
Find in the text the antonyms for the following words:
fast, the top, soft, broken, excited, to
do good, mad, before, inconvenient, to lose.
3
Use the
Nominative with the Infinitive construction in the following sentences.
1)
They say that
this winter will be cold. 2) It was seen how dogs searched for the alive under
the ruins.
3)
It is likely that
the inflation will rise.
4)
It seems that all
the visitors have left.
5)
It proved that
this method of learning foreign languages is effective.
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Say whether these statements are true or false.
I) The ship ran on the reef.
2)
Maxim did not
forgive Daphne for the fancy dress.
3)
Captain Searle told Daphne that the body found in the boat was
the body of Rebecca.
4)
He said that he would not report about the body. 5) The diver
found holes in the ship's bottom. 6) Maxim was sure that everything would be
all right.
7)
He thought that Rebecca had revenged (OTOMCTHJia) him.
8)
Somebody was
sailing with Rebecca.
9)
Daphne was angry with Maxim.
10) Maxim told Daphne
that Rebecca had been drowned.
Discussion Tasks
I Imagine that you are Captain
Searle. Tell the class the news about the boat.
2 Act out a dialogue between Maxim and
Daphne.
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CHAPTER 18
It was very quiet in the library. The only sounds were the
ticking of Maxim's watch and Jasper licking his foot on the floor beside me.
When people suffer a great shock, I believe they don't feel
it just at first. I knelt there by Maxim's side and was aware of no feeling at
all, no pain and no fear, there was no horror in my heart. At that moment I was
nothing, I had no heart, and no mind, and no senses, I was just a wooden thing
in Maxim's arms. Then he began to kiss me. He had not kissed me like this before.
"I love you so much," he
whispered. "So much."
This was what I wanted him to say every day and every night,
I thought, and now he was saying it at last. I opened my eyes and looked at a
little piece of curtain above his head. "How calm I am," I thought.
"How cool. Here I am looking at the piece of curtain, and Maxim is kissing
me. For the first time he is telling me he loves me."
Then he stopped suddenly and pushed me away from him.
"You see, I was right," he said. "It's too late. You don't love
me. Why should you?"
My heart jumped in a sudden panic. "It's not too
late," I said quickly, getting up from the floor and putting my arms about
him; "you don't understand. I love you more than anything in the world.
But when you kissed me just now I could not feel anything. It was just as
though I had no more feeling left in me at all. We've got to be together
always. Please, darling, please."
"How can we be together now that this has happened?
They've found Rebecca."
I stared at him stupidly, not understanding.
"What will they do?" I said.
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"They'll identify her body," he said, "and
then they will remember the other one, the woman buried up there, in the
crypt."
The feeling was coming back to me. And with it the realization
of the terrible fact. Maxim had killed Rebecca. Rebecca had not been drowned at
all. Maxim had shot her in the cottage in the woods. He had carried her body to
the boat, and sunk the boat there in the bay. Fragments of pictures flashed one
by one through my bewildered mind. Maxim sitting in the car beside me in the
south of France. "Something happened nearly a year ago that altered my
whole life.. " Maxim's silence, Maxim's moods. The way he never talked
about Rebecca. Maxim's dislike of the cove, of the stone cottage. "If you
had my memories, you would not go there either." Maxim pacing up and down
the library after Rebecca died. Up and down. Up and down.
"Does anyone know?" I said,
"anyone at all?"
He shook his head. "No," he said. "there was
nobody there but myself. It was dark..." He stopped and put his hand up to
his forehead. I went and knelt beside him. "I thought I should go
mad," he said, "sitting here, day after day, waiting for something to
happen. Sitting down at the desk, answering those terrible letters of sympathy.
Eating and drinking, trying to be normal, trying to be sane."
I leant close to him, quite close. "I nearly told you
once," he said, "that day Jasper ran to the cove, and you went to the
cottage for some string."
"Yes," I whispered, "I remember. Why didn't
you tell me? We've wasted so much time that we could be together. All these
weeks and days. "
"You were so aloof," he said, "I thought you
were unhappy, bored. I'm so much older than you. You never came to me like
this."
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"How could I come to you when I
knew you were thinking about Rebecca? How could I ask you to love me when I
knew you still loved Rebecca?"
He pulled me close him and searched my eyes.
"What are you talking about? What do you mean?"
"Whenever you touched me I thought you were comparing
me to Rebecca," I said. "Whenever you spoke to me or looked at me,
walked with me in the garden, sat down to dinner, I felt you were saying to
yourself: 'This I did with Rebecca, and this, and this.' You still love her,
don't you?"
"Oh, my God," he said. He got up and began walking
up and down the room, clasping his• hands.
"You thought I loved Rebecca? You think I killed her,
loving her? I tell you, I hated her. Our marriage was a farce from the very beginning.
She was vicious, rotten through and throughl. We never loved each other, never
had one móment of happiness together. Rebecca was incapable of love, of
tenderness. She was not even normal."
I sat on the floor, clasping my knees, staring at him.
"She was clever of course," he said. "Damnably clever. No one
would guess meeting her that she was not the kindest, most generous, most
gifted person in the world. She knew exactly what to say to different people,
how to match her mood to theirs."
Up and down he walked, up and down across the library floor.
"I realized my mistake five days after we were married.
You remember that time I drove you in the car, to the hills above Monte Carlo?
I wanted to stand there again, to remember. She sat there, laughing, her black
hair blowing in the wind; she told me about herself, told

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me things I shall never repeat to a living
soul. I knew then what I had done, whom I had married. Oh, my God!" He
broke off abruptly and went up to the window.
"She made a bargain with me up there, on the side of
the precipice. 'I'll run your house for you,' she told me, 'I'll look after
your precious Manderley for you, make it the most famous show-place in all the
country if you like. And people will visit us, and envy us, and talk about us.
They'll say we are the luckiest, happiest, handsomest couple in all
England."
Maxim threw a cigarette away.
"She knew I would never stand in a divorce court and
let people point fingers at us and say: 'That's Manderley. That's the place
that belongs to the chap who had that divorce case we read about. Do you
remember what the judge said about his wife... ? ' "
He came and stood before me. "You despise me, don't
you?" he said.
I did not say anything. I held his hands against my heart.
None of the things that he had told me mattered to me at all. I clung to one
thing only, and repeated it to myself, over and over again. Maxim did not love
Rebecca. He had never loved her, never, never. My heart was light like a
feather floating in the air. He had never loved Rebecca.
"I don't want to look back on those years,"
he said slowly. "I don't want even to tell you about them. The lie we
lived, she and I, the farce we played together. Before friends, before
relatives, even before the servants. They all admired her, they never knew how
she laughed at them behind their backs, mimicked them. She used to drive to
London to that flat of hers by the river like an animal to its hole, and come
back at the end of the week, after five unspeakable days. Oh, I kept the
bargain all right. I never gave her away. Her damned taste made Manderley the
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thing it is today. The beauty of Manderley
that you see today, the Manderley that people talk about and photograph and
paint, it's all due to her, to Rebecca."
"And so we lived," he went on,
"month after month, year after year. She was careful those first years;
there was never a gossip about her, never a whisper. Then little by little she
began to grow careless. She would have picnics down at her cottage at the cove.
I came back once after having been away in Scotland, and found her there with
half a dozen of men I had never seen before. I warned her, and she shrugged her
shoulders. 'What the hell it has to do with you?' she said. I told her she
could see her friends in London, but Manderley was mine. She smiled and did not
say anything.
"She had a cousin, a fellow who had been abroad and was
living in England again. He used to come here, each time when I was away. A
fellow called Jack Favell."
"I know him," I said; "he came here the
day you went to London. "
"You saw him too? Why didn't you tell me? I heard
it from Frank, who saw his car turn in at the lodge gates."
"I did not want to," I said, "1 thought it
would remind you of Rebecca."
"Remind me?" whispered Maxim. "Oh, God,
as if I needed reminding. She used to receive this fellow Favell in the
cottage. She told the servants she was going to sail, and did not come back
before the morning. She spent nights with him. I warned her again. I said if I
found him here, I'd shoot him. He had a black, dirty record... She only
shrugged her shoulders.
"Then one day she went up to London, and came back the
same day, which she did not do as a rule. I did not expect her. I dined that
night with Frank at his house, we had a lot of work at that time.
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"1 came back after dinner, about half past ten,
and I saw her scarf and gloves lying on a chair in the hall. I wondered what
the devil she had come for. I went into the morning-room, but she was not
there. I guessed she had gone off down to the cove. And I knew then I could not
stand this life of lies and deceit any longer. It was to be settled, one way or
the other. I thought I'd take a gun and frighten the fellow, frighten them
both.
"I went down right away to the
cottage. The servants did not know I had come back to the house at all. I saw
the light in the cottage window, and I went straight in. To my surprise Rebecca
was alone. She was lying on the divan with an ash-tray full of cigarette stubs
beside her. She looked ill, queer."
Activities
Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
identify, bury, forehead, though,
through, guess, precipice, remind, deceit.
[al' dentlfal] ['berl] ['forld] [ðao] [6ru:] [ges]
['presapls]
[rl'mamd] [dl'si:t]
 Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
1
Make up sentences with the following words:
aloof, a precipice, vice/vicious, to envy,
deceit, a divorce, to frighten, to despise, to guess, to remind (of).
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2
Translate the
sentences using the expressions from       3) the box. 4)

to be (to keep) in touch on the way to get
  in touch with smb to be in the way to lose touch with smb by the way in many
  ways to give way to smb, smth

5)
6)
7)
8)
9)
If asked, I will tell the truth.
Where did you have your vacuum-cleaner
repaired?
Everybody being tired, we walked home slowly.
It's no use crying over spilt milk (a
proverb).
She has two children to take care of.

10) The warning
  about a bomb in the underground station proved to be a practical joke.
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  nyrrañrrecb
     HoraMH.                                                                                Answer
  the questions.
3) Bo

Our chief was the first to break the
silence. We heard our neighbours quarreling in the next room and wanted them to
stop making noise.

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4)
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5)
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5)
8)
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3 Translate the sentences paying
attention to the in- 7) finitive, participle and gerund and their
constructions.
I) The school being built in our street
will have 8) a computer class.
2) Having been brought to a hospital the patient  9) Was
Daphne shocked by what Maxim told her? What did Maxim think when Daphne did not
respond to his kisses?
What was Maxim afraid of?
Why didn't Maxim tell Daphne about
Rebecca before?
How did Daphne explain that she was not
tender with Maxim?
What was most important for Daphne in Maxim's story?
Why did Maxim and Rebecca go on living
together after he had understood that his marriage was a mistake?
What did people think of Rebecca and their marriage?
Why did Maxim hate Rebecca?

      was
operated on at once.    10) Why did Maxim go to the cove that night?
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Discussion Tasks
Imagine that you are:
I) Maxim. Speak about your relations
with your first wife.
2) Daphne. Speak
about your feelings during the conversation with your husband.

CHAPTER 19
"I began at once to speak about Favell and she
listened to me without a word. 'We've lived this life of degradation long
enough, you and I,' I said. 'This is the end, do you understand? What you do in
London does not concern me. You can live with Favell there, or with anyone you
like. But not here. Not at Manderley. I am going to divorce you.'
"She said nothing for a moment. She got up and began
walking up and down the room with her hands in the slacks. She was very pale.
" 'Have you ever thought,' she
said, 'how damned hard it would be for you to make a case against me? Do
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you realize that you've never had a single
proof against me, from the very beginning? All your friends, even the servants,
believe out marriage to be a success.'
"She stood watching me, rocking on her heels, her hands
in her pockets and a smile on her face.
" 'We can make you look very foolish, Danny and I, '
she said softly. 'We can make you look so foolish that no one will believe you,
Max, nobody at all.' She was still smiling, holding her hands in her pockets.
" 'If I had a child, Max,' she said, 'neither you, nor
anyone in the world, would ever prove that it was not yours. It would grow up
here at Manderley, bearing your name. You'll be able to do nothing. It would
give you the biggest thrill of your life, wouldn't it, Max, to watch my son
grow day by day, and to know that when you died, all this would be his?'
"She waited a minute and then lit a cigarette and began
to laugh. 'God, how funny,' she said, 'how wonderfully funny! They'll be happy,
won't they, all these snobbish neighbours? 'It's what we've always hoped for,
Mrs. de Winter,' they will say. I'll be the perfect mother, Max, like I've been
the perfect wife. And none of them will ever guess, none of them will ever
know.'
"She turned round and faced me, smiling, one hand in
her pocket, the other holding her cigarette. When I killed her, she was still
smiling. I fired at her heart. She did not fall at once. She stood there,
looking at me with a smile on her face, with her eyes wide open..."
Maxim's voice grew very low, so low that it was like a whisper.
"I'd forgotten," said Maxim, and his voice was
slow now, tired, without expression, "that when you shoot a person there
is so much blood. It was all round where she lay on the floor. I had to get
water from the cove.
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I had to keep going backwards and forwards
to the cove for water.
"I carried her out to the boat; it must have been half
past eleven by then, nearly twelve. It was quite dark. There was no moon. I
carried her down to the cabin and climbed into the boat myself. The wind was
with me, and I got the boat into the bay, trying to avoid the rocks. I went
down into the cabin. I had a spike with me. If I didn't do it now, it would be
too late. In six or seven minutes, drifting like this, we should be out of deep
water. I opened the sea-cocks. The water began to come in. I made
holes in the bottom boards with the spike. The water came over my feet.
"I left Rebecca lying on the floor and bolted the door.
I climbed into the dinghy, sailed away and watched the boat sinking. Soon it
was not there any more. I remember staring at the place where she had been.
Then I sailed back to the cove. It started raining."
Maxim stared in front of him. Then he looked at me
sitting beside him on the floor.
"That's all," he said, "there's no more to
tell. I left the dinghy on the buoy, as she would have done. I went back and
looked at the cottage. The floor was wet with the salt water, but she might
have done it herself. I walked up the path through the woods and went into the
house. Up the stairs to the dressing-room. I was sitting there, on the bed,
when Mrs. Danvers knocked on the door. I went and opened it, in my
dressing-gown, and spoke to her. She was worried about Rebecca. I told her to
go back to bed and shut the door again. I went back and sat by the window in my
dressing-gown, watching the rain, listening to the sea as it broke there, in
the cove."
We sat there together without saying anything. I was
holding his cold hands.
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"She sank too close to the shore," said Maxim.
"I wanted to take her out in the bay. They would never have found her
there."
"It was the ship," I said; "it would
not have happened but for the ship. No one would have known." We were
silent again. I began to feel tired.
"I knew it would happen one day," said
Maxim, "even when I went to Edgecoombe and identified that body as hers. I
knew it was only a question of time. Rebecca would win in the end."
"Rebecca is dead," I said.
"She can't speak, she can't bear witness. She can't harm you any
more."
"There's her body," he
said, "the diver has seen it. It's lying there, on the cabin floor, as I
left it."
"They can't prove anything against you," I
said. "Nobody saw you that night. We are the only two people in the world
who know, Maxim. You and I."
"Yes," he said. "Yes."
Suddenly the telephone began ringing in the little room
behind the library. I could hear the murmur of Maxim's voice. The sound of the
telephone ringing seemed to have woken every nerve in my body. But something
new had come upon me that had not been before. I knew then that I was no longer
afraid of Rebecca. Rebecca's power had dissolved in the air, like the mist. She
would never stand behind me on the stairs, sit beside me in the dining-room,
watch me standing in the hall. Maxim had never loved her. I did not hate her
any more.
I was free now to be with Maxim. We would be together. I
would fight for Maxim. I would lie and perjure. I would pray. Rebecca had not
won. She had lost.
Maxim came back into the library. "It's
begun," he said slowly.
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"What do you mean? What has happened?" I said,
grown suddenly cold.
"It was a reporter," he said. "He asked if I
could confirm the rumour that a body had been found in the cabin."
"No!"
"Yes. You can't stop these people. The whole story will
be in all newspapers by breakfast time tomorrow."
"If only we could do something,"
I said, "not to sit here, idle, waiting for tomorrow morning."
"There's nothing we can do," said Maxim.
It must have rained in the night, for when I woke the next
morning I saw the roses in the garden were wet and silver. Maxim had not woken
me when he got up at five. He was down there now, in the bay, with Colonel
Julian, and Captain Searle, and other men. Rebecca's boat must be coming to the
surface. And Rebecca herself was there, lying on the cabin floor.
I went and sat in the drawing-room and waited. At five
minutes to one I heard the sound of a car in the drive, and then Maxim's voice
in the hall. He came in and took my hand.
"There'll be an inquest,"
he said; "but I'm quite calm, quite confident. It's going to be all
right." 1 did not say anything. I held his arm tightly. "There was no
trace of what I'd done. The bullet had not touched the bone. They think she was
trapped there, in the cabin. The jury will believe that at the inquest,
too." He paused. Still I did not speak.
"I only worry about you," he said. "I don't
regret anything else. If it had come all over again I should not do anything
different. I'm glad I killed Rebecca. I shall never have any remorse for that,
never, never, never. But you...
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proof mother voice (3 adjectives) water (2
  adjectives) roses (2 adjectives)

look (3 adjectives) neighbours hands people
Maxim (2 adjectives)

gone in twenty-four hours, You are so much
older..."

can't forget what it has done to you. That
  funny, young,

2

Find in the text the adjectives
  used as attributes or

lost look that I loved, has gone
  forever. It won't come back. I killed that too when I told you about
  Rebecca... It's

predicatives to the nouns from the box.

Activities

   Pre-reading Task

3

Translate into English using the
  conjunctions either

Practise the pronunciation of the following words:

 . or, neither ... nor, both ...
  and.

success,
  neither, bear, blood, dinghy, divorce.
      [sak'ses] [nalða] [bea] [bind]               [dl'vo:s]

I)
2)
3)

H Araepmca, PoccHfi  c TeppopH3MOM. OH He YAHJI aH1'JIHiácKLIä HH B
  111KOJ1e, HH B MHCTHTyre.
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  (taxes), JIH60 ero noca   B T}OPbMY.

Q Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks

4)
5)

MHe He HOHpaBHJIacb HH libeca, HH urpa awrepoB.
arra nor1YJ1flpHaq neBH1-1a
  H3MeHHJIa CBOñ HIVIHA}R,

1 Match up the words and
  word combinatios

in

the

H MaHepy neHHfl.

left column with their English equivalents

in

the

6)

3rra cAeJIRa He npHHecrra eMY HH
  AeHer, HH CJ1aBbI.

right column.

7)

 BepHY Bam }KYPHaJ1 HJIH aavrpa, HJIH B T10He-

a) to dissolve

AeJ1bHHK.

b) a diver

8) HH YMwreJIH, HH
    poawreJIH He MOI'JIH aacrraBHTb

c)       an inquest
d)
    a trace

ero H3MeHHTb CBOe pemeHHe.

e)     a
    divorce
f)
    a surface

Checking Comprehension

g) mist

Put the sentences in the right order.

h) idle

1) Maxim carried Rebecca to the boat.

i) to confirm

2) Rebecca told Maxim
    that she was going to have

j) a dinghy

a baby.

k) a bullet

3) Maxim went to the cottage.

l) remorse

4) He washed off the blood.

1)
pa3B04
2)
npa3AHb1ü
3)
pacTBopflTbcH
4)
HaAYBHaq
111JIE011Ka
5)
yrpb13eHHfl
COBeCTH
6)
CJ1eACTBHe,
A03HaHHe
7)
Hb1Pq.T1bLUHK
8)
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9)
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10)
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11)
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12)     cnea

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5)
He fired at
Rebecca.
6)
He left Rebecca
lying on the floor and bolted the door.
7)
He made holes in
the bottom of the boat and opened the sea-cocks.
8)
He sailed back to
the cove.
9)
He returned home.
10)
He sank Rebecca's boat.
Discussion Tasks
Retell the second part of the chapter
beginning with the words "Suddenly the telephone began ringing..." as
though you were Daphne.
CHAPTER 20
That evening, when Frith brought in the local paper, there
were great headlines right down the front page. I glanced quickly at the paper
before Maxim came. There was a great column and an awful photograph of Maxim.
And a little line about myself at the bottom, saying whom Maxim had married as
his second wife, and how we had just given a fancy dress ball at Manderley.
Rebecca, whom they described as beautiful, talented, and loved by all who knew
her, drowned a year ago and then Maxim married again the following spring and
brought his bride straight to Manderley (so it said) and gave a big fancy dress
ball in her honour. And then the following morning the body of his first wife
was found trapped in the cabin of her sailing boat, at the bottom of the bay.
Maxim sounded vile in this story, a sort of satyr. But I
could not keep the morning editions from him.
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I watched him at the breakfast table
getting whiter and whiter as he read the papers.
We were not bothered with the telephone again. All the
calls were put through to the office. It was just a question of waiting now.
Waiting until the Tuesday. The inquest was to be on the Tuesday afternoon at
two o'clock.
We had lunch at a quarter to one. It was a relief when the
farce of the meal was over, and I heard Maxim go out to the drive and start up
the car. Frank followed us in his own car. I had my hand on Maxim's knee all
the way as he drove. The inquest was to be held at Lanyon, a market town six
miles the other side of Kerrith.
"I think I'll stay in the car," I said. I didn't
want to listen to Maxim's evidence. They went off together and left me sitting
there. There were not many people about. I sat looking at the silent shops.
Then I got out of the car and began walking up and down the market square. I
saw a policeman watching me curiously and turned up a side-street to avoid him.
In spite of myself, I found I was coming to the
building where the inquest was being held. There was no crowd waiting, as I had
feared. I went up the steps and slipped inside the room. The inquest was nearly
over. Maxim had finished giving his evidence. I looked around. There were
people there I did not know. My heart gave a jump suddenly when I recognized
Mrs. Danvers. She was sitting at the back. And Favell was beside her. I had not
expected him to be there. I wondered if Maxim had seen him.
James Tabb, the boat-builder, was
standing up now and the Coroner was asking him a question. "Was the boat
in a fit state to put to sea?" said the Coroner.
"She was," said Tabb. "Mrs. de Winter
was delighted with the boat according to what she said to me. But if you allow
me I should like to make one more statement. When
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Mrs. de Winter's little boat was found and brought to
the surface, Captain Searle gave me permission to go and look at her. And I
did. I wanted to satisfy myself that the work I had done to her was good, in
spite of the fact that she had been under water for twelve months or
more."
"Well, that was very natural," said the
Coroner, "and I hope you were satisfied."
"Yes, sir, I was. There was nothing wrong with that
boat as regards the work I did to her." He paused. The Coroner looked at
him expectantly.
"Well," he said, "is that all you want
to say?"
"No, sir, it is not. What I want to know is this.
Who made the holes in her bottom? Rocks didn't do it. The nearest rock was five
feet away. Besides, they weren't the sort of marks made by a rock. They were
holes. Made with a spike."
I did not look at him. I was looking at the floor. I
wondered why the Coroner did not say anything. When he spoke at last his voice
sounded rather far away.
"What do
you mean?" he said. "What sort of holes?"
"There were three of them," said the boat-builder,
"below the water-line. And that's not all. The sea-cocks had been
turned on."
"The
sea-cocks? What are they?" asked the Coroner.
"The fitting that plugs the pipesl leading from a
washbasin or lavatory, sir. They are always kept tightly closed when you're in
the sea, otherwise the water would flow in. When I examined the boat yesterday,
both seacocks were turned on.'
It was hot, much too hot. Why didn't they open the
window?

1 the fitting that plugs the pipes
RJ1anaH, xorropblñ aaR1)bIBaer •rpy6bI
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 "With those holes in her bottom,
sir, and the seacocks not closed, it wouldn't take long for a small boat like
her to sink. It's my opinion, sir, that the boat never turned over at all. She
was deliberately scuttled. "
The heat was coming up at me from the floor, rising in slow
waves. It reached my hands, it touched my neck, my chin, my face.
"Mr. de Winter, you heard the statement from
James
Tabb. Do you know anything of these holes?"
"Nothing, sir."
"Can you think of any reason why they should be
there?"
"No, of course not."
"You have no suggestion to make?"
"No, none at all."
"Mr. de Winter, painful as it is, it is my duty to ask
you a very personal question. Were the relations between you and the late Mrs.
de Winter perfectly happy?" Of course, again those black spots in front of
my eyes, and it was hot, so hot, with all these people and no open windows. And
all the time the ground was coming up to meet me...
And then, losing consciousness, I heard
Maxim's voice, clear and strong. "Will someone take my wife outside? She
is going to faint."
Frank drove me back to Manderley. I went upstairs to my room
and lay down upon my bed. I didn't know what happened. Suppose Maxim was taken
to prison? Suppose they will hang him?
God, don't let me go on thinking about this. Let me think
about something else. About Mrs. Van Hopper in America. Mrs. Van Hopper putting
up her lorgnette and calling to her daughter. "Look at this, Helen. They
say
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Max de Winter murdered his first wife. I
always thought there was something peculiar about him. I warned that fool of a
girl she was making a mistake, but she wouldn't listen to me. Well, she's
cooked her goosel..."
I must have fallen asleep because I woke suddenly and heard
a car driving up to the door. I tried to get up but my legs were things of
straw, they did not bear me. My throat was very dry. After a minute Maxim came
into the room. He looked very tired and old.
"It's all over," he said.
I waited. Still I could not speak or move
towards him. "Suicide," he said.
I sat down on the sofa. "Suicide," I said,
"but the motive? What was the motive?"
"God knows," he said. "They did not think a
motive was necessary. The judge wanted to know if Rebecca had any money
troubles. Money troubles! Good God. "
He sat down on the window-seat, holding his head in his
hands. I went and sat beside him.
"Something has to happen this
evening," he said. "Something in the church."
I stared at him. Then I understood. They were going to bury
Rebecca.
"It's fixed for six-thirty," he said. "No one
knows but Frank, Colonel Julian, the vicar and myself." He looked tired,
so deathly tired. "We'll talk over things this evening when I get
back," he said. "We've got so much to do together, haven't we? We
have to begin all over again."
He went out of the room. I heard the sound of his car
starting up in the drive. Presently the sound died away, and I knew he had
gone.

1 she's cooked her goose — OHa caMa ceõfl
nory6HJIa
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 I did not hear Frith come in.
"Excuse me, Madam," he said, "do you know if Mr. de Winter will
be long?"
"No," I said, "not
very long."
"There's a gentleman to see him, Madam," said
Frith after a moment of hesitation. "He insists on seeing Mr. de
Winter."
"Who is it?" I said. "Is it anyone you
know?"
Frith looked uncomfortable. "Yes, Madam," he said,
"it's a gentleman who used to come here frequently at one time, when Mrs.
de Winter was alive. A gentleman called Mr. Favell."
I turned round and looked at Frith.
"I think perhaps
I had better see Mr. Favell," I said.
"Very good, Madam.'
I went and stood beside the empty fireplace. Perhaps, I
should be able to get rid of Favell before Maxim came back. I did not know what
I was going to say to him, but I was not frightened.
In a few moments Frith returned and showed Favell into
the library. He looked much the same as before but a little more untidy.
"I'm afraid Maxim is not here," I said.
"Wouldn't it be better if you made an appointment to see him at the office
in the morning?"
"Waiting does not worry me," said Favell,
"and I don't think I'll have to wait very long."
"What do you want to see Maxim about?"
Favell leant forward to the table and
took a cigarette. "You don't mind my smoking, I suppose?" he said.
"This business has been a shock to me, you know. A bloody awful shock.
Rebecca was my cousin. I was damn fond of her."
"Yes," I said, "I'm very sorry for
you."
"And what is Max going to do about it,
that's what
I want to know? Does he think he can sit back quietly
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now when that shameful inquest is
over?" He bent towards me. "I'm going to see that justice is done to
Rebecca," he said loudly. "Suicide... God Almighty.l You and I know
it wasn't a suicide, don't we?" He leant still closer to me. "Don't
we?" he said slowly.
The door opened and Maxim came into the room, with Frank
behind him.
Activities
 Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
headlines, awful, consciousness, straw,
wonder, lorgnette, otherwise, satisfy, suicide.
           ['hedlarnz]
o:fl]                    konJasms] [stro:] ['wAnda] [lo:n 'jet]
 Aôawalz] ['sætlsfal]
['suasald]
Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
1 Fill in the gaps with the words from the box.

edition  to insist evidence to hang (hung) to lose
  consciousness     to hang (hanged) to regain consciousness     suicide
a murder             trouble an
  appointment

1 God Almighty. — rocr10Ab Bcen,rorytl.ll-lñ.
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I) At the sight
of the body of her dead son the woman
2)
They  linen
outside.
3)
The Decembrists were
4)
My chief  on my coming to work every day. 5) This
is the last and the fullest  of
Bulgakov.
6)
Having lost all hope of finding a job the man committed

7)
I telephoned to
the outpatients' department (110JIHKJIHHHRa) and made with a doctor. 8)
Tomorrow the court will listen to of the
accused.
9)
Peter hasn't
phoned me for a long time. I'm afraid he had got into
10)   On the second
day the man and asked about his family.
Il) Out of twelve  committed last
week in Moscow seven have been discovered.
3 Complete the sentences using the
Subjunctive I or the Subjunctive 11.
I) I can't draw. I wish
2)
Yesterday I saw a beautiful dress but I didn't have
enough money about me. I wish
3)
It's a pity you don't attend English classes. If I were you,
4)
Why didn't you
invite Irene to your birthday party? In your place
5)
She looks miserable as if
6)
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7) "Your son gets bad marks in
Russian," the teacher told the boy's mother. "It's necessary

classes now so that
9)
Mother insists
10)   I
didn't know that this exhibition was so interesting. If I had known,
'P Checking Comprehension
Complete the sentences.
1) In the article in the local newspaper Maxim sounded
2)
The inquest was to be
3)
Daphne stayed in
the car because
4)
The holes in the bottom of the boat could be made
5)
When Daphne
returned to Manderley from the court, she tried to think of
6)
The verdict of
the court was
7)
Maxim looked
8)
They were going
to bury Rebecca
9)
Daphne agreed to see Favell because she wanted

Discussion Tasks
Act out dialogues between:
I) the Coroner and the boat-builder.
2) Daphne and Maxim (about the
inquest, including the end of chapter 19).
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CHAPTER 21
Maxim stood quite still, staring at
Favell. "What the hell are you doing here?" he said.
Favell turned round, with his hands in his pockets. "As
a matter of fact, Max, old chap, I came to congratulate you on the inquest this
afternoon."
"Do you mind leaving the house?" said Maxim.
"Or do you want Crawley and me throw you out?"
"Listen here,' said Favell, "you've come
very well out of this affair, haven't you? Better than you ever expected. Oh,
yes, I was in the court this afternoon, and I dare say you saw me. Luckily for
you it went the way it did."
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Maxim made a move towards Favell, but Favell raised his
hand.
"Wait a bit," he said, "I haven't finished
yet. You realize, don't you, Max, old man, that I can make things damned
unpleasant for you. Not only unpleasant, but shall I say dangerous?"
"Oh, yes?" said Maxim. "And
in what way can you make things dangerous?"
"Look herel, Max," said Favell, "I suppose
there are no secrets between you and your wife. I can speak plainly then, and I
will. You all know about Rebecca and me. We were lovers, weren't we? I've never
denied it, and I never will. Up to the present I believed, like every other
fool, that Rebecca was drowned sailing in the bay, and that her body was picked
up at Edgecoombe weeks afterwards. It was a shock to me then, a bloody shock.
But I said to myself, 'That's the sort of death Rebecca would choose, she'd die
like she lived, fighting.' " He paused and sat on the edge of the sofa,
looking at all of us in turn. "Then I picked up the evening paper a few
days ago and read that Rebecca's boat had been found by the local diver and
that there was a body in the cabin. I couldn't understand. Who the hell would
Rebecca have as a sailing companion?
"VVell, I attended that inquest today, as you know. And
everything went smoothly, didn't it, until Tobb gave his evidence? But after
that? Well, Max, old man, what have you got to say about those holes in the
floorboards, and those sea-cocks turned full on?"
"Do you think," said Maxim slowly, "that
after those hours of talk this afternoon I am going into it again — with you?
You heard the evidence and you heard the
Look here — Iloc.nymaif
186
verdict. It satisfied the Coroner, and it must satisfy
you."
 "Suicide, eh?" said Favell.
"Listen, you never knew I had this note, did you? I kept it, because it
was the last thing she ever wrote to me. I'll read it to you. I think it will
interest you.'
He took a piece of paper out of his pocket. I recognized
that thin, pointed, slanting hand.
"I tried to ring you from the flat, but could get
no answer," he read. "I shall be at the cottage this evening, and if
you get this note in time, will you get the car and follow me. I've got something
important to tell you and I want to see you as soon as possible. Rebecca."
He put the note back in his pocket. "That's not the
sort of note you write when you're going to commit suicide, is it?" he
said. "It happened, by a vile stroke of fortune, that I was on a party
that night. When I read the note at four in the morning, I decided it was too
late to go to Manderley. I went to bed, determined to call her later in the
day. I did. About twelve o'clock.
And I heard Rebecca had been drowned!"
He sat there,
staring at Maxim. None of us spoke.
"Supposing the Coroner this afternoon had read that
note, it would have made it a little bit more difficult for you, wouldn't it,
Max, old man?"
"Well," said Maxim, "why didn't you get up
and give it to him?"
"Because I don't want to ruin you, Max, old boy. God
knows you have never been a friend to me, but I don't bear malice about it. All
married men with lovely wives are jealous, aren't they? I don't blame them. I'm
sorry for them. I'm a bit of a Socialist, you know,
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and can't think why husbands can't share
their women instead of killing them.
"Now, Max, I've laid all my cards on the table. Why
can't we come to some agreement? I'm not a rich man. I think that if I had two
or three thousand a year for life I could get along very well. And I'd never
trouble you again, I swear before God I would not."
"I've asked you before to leave the house," said
Maxim. "I'm not going to ask you again. There's the door behind me. You
can open it yourself. I'm not going to give way to blackmail."
"I don't suppose your wife wants to be pointed out as
Mrs. de Winter, the widow of a murderer, of a fellow who was hanged," said
Favell with a laugh and glanced towards me.
"You think you can frighten me, don't you,
Favell?" said Maxim. "Well, you are wrong. I'm not afraid of anything
you can do. There is a telephone in the next room. Shall I ring up Colonel
Julian and ask him to come over? He'll be interested in your story."
Favell stared at him and laughed. "Good bluff," he
said, "but it won't work. You wouldn't dare ring up old Julian. I've got
enough evidence to hang you, Max, old man. '
Maxim crossed the room and took up the receiver. I heard his
voice, very cool, very calm. "Is that Colonel Julian speaking? It's de
Winter here. I wonder if you could come over here at once. It's rather urgent.
Yes. Thank you very much. Good-bye."
I felt helpless, without strength. I could not go to Maxim
now and beg him on my knees to give Favell the money. I had to sit there, with
my hands on my lap, watching the rain, watching Maxim with his back turned to
me, standing by the window.
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It was raining too hard to hear the
car. We did not know Colonel Julian had arrived until the door opened, and
Frith showed him into the room.
Maxim swung round from the window. "Good evening,"
he said. "We meet again. I think you realize that I haven't brought you
out on an evening like this for a social dinner. This is Jack Favell, my late
wife's cousin."
Favell got up from the sofa. He was not smiling any longer.
I had the impression that he was not very pleased with the turn in the events,
and was not prepared for the meeting with Colonel Julian. He began speaking in
a loud voice. "Look here, Colonel Julian," he said, "there's no
sense in beating about the bushl. The reason why I am here is that I'm not
satisfied with the verdict given at the inquest this afternoon."
"Oh?" said Colonel Julian, "isn't that for
Mr. de Winter to say, not you?"
"No, I don't think it is," said Favell. "I
have a right to speak, not only as Rebecca's cousin, but as her prospective
husband, if she had lived."
Colonel Julian looked rather surprised.
"Oh," he said, "oh, I see. That's rather different. Is this
true, de Winter?"
Maxim shrugged his shoulders.
"It's the first time I've heard of it," he said.
Colonel Julian looked from one to the other doubtfully.
"Look here, Favell," he said, "what exactly is your
trouble?"
Favell put his hand slowly in his waistcoat pocket and
brought Rebecca's note. "This note was written a few hours before Rebecca
was supposed to have set out

1 there's no sense in
beating about the bush         Her CMb1CJ1a
XOAHTb B0Kpyr Aa OKOJIO
189
on that suicidal sail. Here it is. I want
you to read it, and say whether you think a woman who wrote that note had made
up her mind to kill herself."
Colonel Julian took a pair of spectacles from his pocket and
read the note. Then he handed it back to Favell. "No," he said,
"on the face of it, no. Very well. Let's get to the point.l What do you
think really happened?"
Favell turned his head and looked slowly towards Maxim. -
"Rebecca never opened those sea-socks, nor made the holes in the bottom
boards. Rebecca never committed suicide. You've asked for my opinion, and you
shall have it. Rebecca was murdered. And if you want to know who the murderer
is, there he stands, by the window, with that damned superior smile on his
face. He couldn't even wait until the year was out, before marrying the first
girl he set eyes on. There he is, the murderer, Mr. de Winter. He'd look well
hanging, wouldn't he?"
And Favell began to
laugh, the laugh of a drunkard, all the time twisting Rebecca's note between
his fingers. Thank God for his laugh. Thank God for the way he stood there swaying on his feet.
Because Colonel Julian did not believe him. He was on our side.
"The man's drunk," he said quickly. "He
doesn't know what he's saying. Favell, answer my question. Have you any proof
to back that accusation?"
"Oh, I see," said Favell,
"you're going to back de Winter. He's a big man here. He's the owner of
Manderley. But I'll get the proof for you all right. I tell you de Winter
killed Rebecca because of me. He knew I was her lover; he was jealous, madly
jealous. He knew she was waiting for me at the cottage on the beach, and he
went

I Let's get
to the point. — AaBaürre nepeVraeM K       ,qe.'la.
190
down that night and killed her, Then he put
her body in the boat and sank her."
"Quite a clever story, Favell, in its way, but I repeat
again you have no proof. Produce your witness who saw it happen and I will
begin to take you seriously."
"All right," said Favell slowly, "all
right... What would you say if I did produce a witness?"
Colonel Julian shrugged his shoulders. Maxim did not say
anything. He was watching Favell. I suddenly knew what Favell meant. Ben knew.
Ben had seen. He had seen Maxim take the boat and sail back in the dinghy,
alone. I felt all the colour fading away from my face. I leant back on the
cushion of the arm-chair.
"There's a local fool who spends his time on the
beach," said Favell. "I've often seen him. I'll make him talk if he
saw anything that night. And there's a bloody big chance he did. "
"Can we bring here this fellow and question him?"
asked Colonel Julian.
"Of course," said Maxim. "Frank, tell Robert
to drive to his mother's cottage and bring him back."
Activities
 Pre-reading Task
Practise the
pronunciation of the following words:
move, denied, fortune, malice, social, cousin, doubt.
[mu:v] [dl'
nard] ['fo:tfan] ['mælrs] ['soU] ['kun] [daot]
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Vocabulary
and Grammar Tasks 9)we would have gone to the country. 10)she wouldn't be
lonely now.
1
Make up your own sentences using the words and expressions from
the box.  Checking Comprehension

to
  come to an agreement to beat about the bush blackmail to blame, to be to
  blame to get to the point to fade prospect(ive) an event a witness spectacles
  to commit suicide

Say why:
I) Favell came to see Max de Winter.
2)
he did not believe that Rebecca had committed suicide.
3)
he showed Rebecca's note to Maxim.
4)
he was sure that
Maxim would not dare ring up Colonel Julian.
5)
Colonel Julian
began to doubt that the verdict of the court was true.
6)
Colonel Julian
did not believe Favell.
7)
Daphne felt all the colour fading away from her face. 8) Maxim
agreed to bring Ben.
2
Find
in the text the antonyms for the following words and word combinations:
Discussion Tasks worse, pleasant, to
confirm, birth, to turn off, kindness, to justify, nervous, helpful, inferior,
sober Imagine that you are Favell. Speak about your re(rrpe3Bb1Ü), to
answer. lations with Rebecca, the note she wrote to you, the verdict of the
court, your attempt to come to
3
Complete the sentences using the Subjunctive I or an agreement
with Maxim de Winter and the meeting the Subjunctive 11. with Colonel Julian.
1)
If I had more
time,
2)
If I were you,
3)
If there had been witnesses of the murder,CHAPTER 22
4)
Had I lived in
the 19th century,
5)
If Lermontov had not died so young, Half an hour later
the door opened, and Frank came
6)
 I'd
paint this beautiful landscape. in with Ben. "All right, Ben," he
said quietly. "Mr. de
7)
 I'd go
to the South in September. Winter wants to give you some cigarettes. There's
noth8)people would read more. ing to be frightened of."
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Ben glanced foolishly around, blinking his
small eyes.
"I don't want to go to the
asylum," he said. "I want to stay home. I done nothing."
"That's all right, Ben," said Colonel Julian.
"No one's going to put you in the asylum. You remember Mrs. de Winter,
don't you?"
Ben glanced doubtfully towards me.
"No," said Colonel Julian
gently, "not this lady. The other lady, who used to go to the
cottage."
Ben blinked his eyes. "She's
gone," he said.
"Yes, we know that," said Colonel Julian.
"She used to sail the boat, didn't she? Were you on the beach when
she sailed in the boat the last time?"
Ben glanced at Frank, and then at
Maxim. "Eh?" he said.
"You were there, weren't you?" said Favell,
leaning forward. "You saw Mrs. de Winter come down to the cottage, and
presently you saw Mr. de Winter. He went into the cottage after her. What
happened then? Go on. What happened?"
Ben shrank back against the wall. "I seen
nothing," he said. "I want to stay home. I'm not going to the asylum.
I never seen you and she in the woods."
"Your witness does not seem to have helped you,' said
Colonel Julian. "Do you want to ask him anything else?"
"It's a plot," shouted Favell. "A plot
against me. Someone's paid this idiot, I tell you. Paid him to tell his dirty
lies."
"I think Ben may be allowed to go home,"
said Colonel Julian.
"All right, Ben," said Maxim. "Robert shall
take you back. Tell Robert to find something in the kitchen," he added to
Frank. "Some cold meat, whatever he likes."
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"Payment for services, eh?" said Favell.
"He's done a good work for you, Max, hasn't he?"
Colonel Julian glanced at Favell. "You can't prove your
story, can you?"
"Can't 1?" said Favell. I saw him smile. He came
across to the fireplace and rang the bell, "Ask Mrs. Danvers to come
here," he said.
We all waited, watching the door. And Mrs. Danvers
came into the room. She stood by the door, folding her hands in front of her,
looking from one to the other of us.
"Good evening, Mrs. Danvers," said Colonel Julian.
"Good evening, sir," she said. Her voice was that
dead, mechanical one I had heard so often.
"I want to ask you a question," said Colonel
Julian, "and the question is this. Can you think of any reason why Mrs. de
Winter should have taken her own life?"
Mrs. Danvers shook her head.
"No," she said. "No."
"There, you see?" Favell said swiftly.
"It's impossible. I've told you already."
"Be quiet... will you?" said Colonel Julian.
"Let Mrs. Danvers read the note. She may be able to throw light on
it." Favell shrugged his shoulders. He felt in his pocket for the note and
threw it on the floor at Mrs. Danvers's feet. She picked it up and read it
twice. Then she shook her head. "I don't know what she meant. If there was
something important she had to tell Mr. Jack, she would have told me
first."
"Did you see her that night?"
"No, I was out. I was spending the afternoon and evening
in Kerrith. I shall never forgive myself for that. Never till my dying
day."
 "Does anybody
know how she spent that day in London?"
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Nobody answered.
"I've got her engagement diary in my room," said
Mrs. Danvers slowly. "It's possible she may have written down her
appointments for that day. I can go and fetch the diary."
"Well, de Winter?" said
Colonel Julian. "Do you mind us seeing this diary?"
"Of course, not," said Maxim. "Why on earth
should I?" We were waiting, knowing in our hearts that Maxim was standing
trial here for his life. I turned round when I heard the soft closing of the
door. It was Mrs. Danvers. She had come back again with the diary in her hand.
"I was right," she said quietly. "She had
marked down the engagements. Here they are on the date she died."
She gave the diary to Colonel Julian. I dug my nails in my
hands. I could not look at Maxim. Surely Colonel Julian heard my heart beating
loudly in my breast.
"Ah!" he said. His finger was in the middle of the
page. "Yes, here it is. Hair at twelve. And a cross beside it. She kept
her appointment, then. Lunch at the club, and a cross beside that. What have we
here? Baker, two o'clock. Who was Baker?" He looked at Maxim. Maxim shook
his head.
"Baker?" repeated Mrs. Danvers. "She knew no
one called Baker. I've never heard this name.'
"Well, here it is," said
Colonel Julian, handing her the diary. "You can see for yourself.
Baker. And she put a big cross beside it as though she wanted to break the
pencil. She evidently saw this Baker, whoever he was. "
Mrs. Danvers was staring at the name
and the black cross beside it. "Baker," she repeated,
"Baker."
"She had no enemy, no one she was afraid of?"
asked Colonel Julian.
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"Mrs. de Winter afraid?" said Mrs. Danvers.
"She was afraid of nothing and no one. Only one thing ever worried her,
and that was the idea of getting old, of illness, of dying in her bed, 'When I
go, Danny,' she used to say, 'I want to go quickly, to light out like the flame
of a candle.' It was the only thing that consoled me, after she died. They say
drowning is painless, don't they?"
"What the hell is the use of all this?" said
Favell. "Who cares about this Baker fellow? What's he got to do with it?
If he had been anyone important, Danny would know him. Rebecca had no secrets
from Danny."
I was watching Mrs. Danvers. She had the book in her hands
and was turning the leaves. Suddenly she gave an exclamation.
"There's something here,"
she said, "right at the back among the telephone numbers. Baker. And
there's a number beside it. Mayfair 0488."
"Well?" said Maxim, lighting his first cigarette.
"Frank, go and phone Mayfair 0488."
Frank went to a telephone. He left the door open and I
could hear him speak.
"Hallo. Is that Mayfair 0488? Can you tell me if anyone
of the name of Baker lives here? Yes, I understand. Yes, it's rather
important." He put on the receiver and turned to us. "There are no
residents there at all. The place is used during the day as a doctor's
consulting room. Apparently Baker's given up practice, and left six months ago.
But the night porter gave me his address. He said this Baker was a very
well-known women's specialist. "
It was then that Maxim looked at me. He looked at me
for the first time that evening. And in his eyes I read a message of farewell.
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"Well, Mrs. Danvers," said
Colonel Julian, "can you throw any light on the matter now?"
Mrs. Danvers shook her head. "Mrs. de Winter never
needed a doctor. I've never heard her speak of this DOC* tor Baker, she never
mentioned his name to me."
"Perhaps she didn't want to worry you," said
Colonel Julian.
"And the note to Mr. Jack," said Mrs. Danvers
suddenly. 'I have something important to tell you.' Perhaps she was going to
tell him."
"Of course, there's no doubt about it," said
Colonel Julian, turning to Maxim. "She was going to tell Favell the result
of that interview with this Doctor Baker. I think we must see him privately and
get out of him as much information as possible. What do you say, de
Winter?"
Maxim turned round from the window. "I'm ready to
do anything you suggest," he said.
"Anything, eh?" said Favell; "a lot can be
done in twenty-four hours, can't it? Trains can be caught, ships can sail,
aeroplanes can fly."
I saw Mrs. Danvers look sharply from Favell to Maxim,
and I realized then that Mrs. Danvers had not known about Favell's accusations.
At last she was beginning to understand. I could tell it from the expression on
her face, where wonder and hatred mixed with conviction.
Maxim did not notice her. He was talking to Colonel
Julian. "What do you suggest?" he said. "Shall I go in the
morning to this address?"
"He can't go alone," said Favell
with a short laugh.
"I have a right to insist on that."
"If I go with de Winter, and stay with him, will that
satisfy you?" said Colonel Julian.
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Favell looked at Maxim and then at
Colonel Julian. "Yes," he said slowly, "but for safety do you
mind if I come with you too? I am sure this Doctor Baker is going to prove my
case, after all."
Colonel Julian looked at Maxim. "When can you be
ready?"
"Any time you say," said Maxim.
"How do we know he won't run away in the night?"
said Favell.
A flash came over Maxim's face. I saw the pulse beating on
his forehead. "Mrs. Danvers," he said slowly, "when Mrs. de
Winter and I go to bed tonight, will you come up and lock the door on the
outside? And call us yourself, at seven in the morning?"
"Yes, sir," said Mrs. Danvers, keeping her eyes on
him.
Colonel Julian came up to me and took my hand.
"Good night," he said. "Get your husband to bed early, if you
can. It's going to be a long day."
Favell crossed the room to the door, waving his hand to
Maxim by the window. "So long, old man," he said, "pleasant
dreams. Make the most of your night behind the locked door. 1" He turned
and laughed at me, and then went out of the room. Mrs. Danvers followed him.
Maxim and I were alone.
"I'm coming with you in the morning," I said.
Maxim did not answer for a moment. He went on looking out of the window. Then
"Yes" without expression. "Yes, we must be together."
He put his arms round me and we began to
kiss, fe-

1 Make the most of your night behind
the locked door. BOCIIOJIb3YñCfl CBOeü HOI-IbiO aa aarreprroiá ABepbEO
{-caK MO'*KHO
JIYHL1.1e.
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verishly, desperately, like guilty lovers
who had not I) kissed before.
2)
                            Activities                               3)
4)
 Pre-reading Task
5) Practise
the pronunciation of the following words:    6)
prove, diary, practice, farewell,
privately, aeroplanes, 7) forehead, guilty.
B Hacrromuee BpeMfl Mbl HMeeM
110KaaaHHfl CBHAerreerreü npecrrynneHHH.
I-Carcoñ CMbICJ1 AOKa3b1BaTb eruy, t-ITO OH
HenpaB?
FlycTb CMOTPHT caM.
 c rrpyA0M r10HHMaEO, wro 110Bopwr
3TOT awrep. BcKope ee Cb1H npHcvqaJ1 HHCbMO, H OHa Y3HaJ1a, wro OH }KHB.
 He Mory IIPHBbIKHYTb R H0B0iá
KBaprrnpe.
Mbl 06b1AHO e3AHJ11-1 Ha pa60TY aBT06ycoM.
Eii 6yaeT Tflñceno unewrucþHI\HpoBaTb
Teno ee yroHYBLL1erO õparra.

8) Bbl
yrvreerre rlOJ1b30BaTbCfl KaJ1bKYJ1flTOPOM?
       [pru:v] ['dalan]
['præktrs] ['fea'wel] ['prawatll] ['earaplemz]       9) HOKa arro Bce.
Bbl M0}Kœre MATH.
['forrd] ['grltr]
10) 3rra HHd)OPMa11Hfl OgeHb nonet3Ha.
Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks 3 Translate into Russian
paying attention to the Subjunctive Mood and the type of the Conditional 1 Find
in the text the English equivalents for the fol- clauses. lowing words and word
combinations:

I)

If she had
  not taken an academic leave, she would

aaroBop, JIraTb (roBOPHTb JlOYb), CYAeõHb1ñ npouecc,

have graduated from the college last year.

AHeBHHK,                            B Ha3HaqeHHoe
  Mecrro, BHAerrb CBO-

2)

I'm sure that if he were here, he would help us.

HMM renat3aMH, OqeBHAHO, yrremaTb, HaaaTb BOCKJIM-

3)

I wish we hadn't lost touch with them.

uaHHe, MHrreJIb, qaCTHb1M 06pa30M, YBepeHHOCTb, HC-

4)

If I were you, I wouldn't divorce
  now. Think of

110J1b30BaTb tiTO-JIHÕO HaH.TIYHL11HM 06paaoM, 06HflTb,

your children.

JIM,xopaAOHH0, OTL1aflHHO, BHHOBHb1ii.

5)

If not for the rain, we would go for a walk.

2

Translate the sentences
  using the words and expres-

6)

If the verdict of the court is
  "guilty", he will be

sions from the box.

taken to prison.

7)

The doctor would have seen you if
  you had made

presently at present for the present hard
  hardly

useful to get used to what's the use of to use used to (do smth)

an appointment with him beforehand.
8)
If the operation had been performed earlier, it might have saved
his life.
9)
I wish he were
not so jealous.
10)
Should he come, ask him to wait for me.
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 Checking Comprehension
 Say whether these statements are
true or false.
1) Ben didn't say that he had seen
Rebecca and Maxim because he didn't remember it.
2)
Favell thought
that Maxim had paid Ben for his service.
3)
Mrs. Danvers knew why Rebecca had written the note to Favell.
4)
On the day of her death Rebecca had an appointment with a doctor.
5)
Doctor Baker was a physician (TepaneBT).
6)
Maxim de Winter did not agree to see Dr. Baker.
7)
Mrs. Danvers always knew that Rebecca was killed.
8)
Favell was afraid
that Maxim would escape.
9)
Maxim asked Mrs. Danvers to lock the door on the outside because
he didn't want Daphne to leave
him.
10)
Colonel Julian
was sorry for Daphne. CHAPTER 23
Discussion Tasks I
awoke the next morning, just after six o'clock, got up and went to the window.
There was a little wind Describe the events of the chapter on behalf of: and
the cold, quiet smell of autumn. Here at Manderley a new day was starting, and
the flowers in the garden 1) Daphne. were not concerned with our troubles. No
matter what
2) Maxim. tears were shedl, the peace of
Manderley could not be 3) Favell. broken or its beauty destroyed. No one would
ever hurt Manderley. It would always lie in a hollow like an enchanted thing,
guarded by the woods, safe, secure,

 No matter what tears were shed —
CROJ1bRO 6bI c.ne3 HH 6bIJIO rrpoenwro
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while the sea broke and ran and came again
in the bays below.
Maxim slept on and I
did not wake him. The day ahead of us was to be hard and long. We
did not know what we should find at the end of our journey. The future was
unknown. Somewhere to the north of London lived a man called Baker who had
never heard of us, but he held our future in his hands.
When I began to dress, I heard a soft
footstep come and pause outside the door, and the key
turn quietly in the lock. There was a silence for a moment, and then the
footsteps went away. It was Mrs. Danvers.
I woke Maxim.
He stared at me at first like a puzzled child, and then held out his arms. He
got up and went to the bathroom and I began putting things methodically in my
suit-case. It might be that we should have to stay in London.
My suit looked unfamiliar as I dragged it
from the back of the wardrobe. It seemed so long since I had used it, and yet
it was only four months ago. Having packed I went out and stood on the terrace.
I closed my eyes for a minute and felt the warmth of the sun on my face and on my
hands.
I heard Maxim calling me from the house. I went back, and
Frith helped me to put on my coat. I climbed
in the car beside Maxim. Frank slammed the
door. We stopped at the lodge-gates and picked up Colonel Julian. He looked
surprised when he saw me.
"That fellow Favell said he would pick us up at
the cross-roads," he said. "If he's not there, we won't wait, we'll
do much better without himl." But when we came

1 we'll do much better without himrrpercpacH0 060ñ-
aeMCfl 6ea Hero
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to the cross-roads, I saw the long green
body of his car, and my heart sank.
We came to the suburbs of London at about three
o'clock. I began to feel tired, the noise of the traffic started a humming in
my head. I wondered how tired Maxim was. He was pale, and there were shadows
under his eyes, but he did not say anything.
We had difficulty in finding Doctor
Baker's. It was a postman who pointed out the house in the end. A square house
with no name on the gate, which we had already passed twice. We got out of the
car. Favell came up to meet us. Colonel Julian hesitated a moment, glancing at
Maxim. Then he rang the bell. There
was a long pause. A very young maid opened the door. She looked amazed at the
sight of so many of us.
"Does Doctor Baker live here?" asked
Colonel Julian.
"Yes, sir, will you come in?" She opened the door
on the left of the hall and we went into the drawing-room. We sat there for
about five minutes. Then the door opened and a man came into the room. He was
medium height, with a long face and a keen chin. His hair was sandy, turning
grey.
"Forgive me for keeping you
waiting," he said, looking a little surprised. "I had to run and
wash. I was playing tennis when the bell rang."

"Doctor Baker," said Colonel Julian, "I
apologize for disturbing you like this. My name is Julian. This is Mr. de
Winter, Mrs. de Winter, and Mr. Favell. You may have seen Mr. de Winter's name
in the papers recently."
"Oh," said Doctor Baker, "yes, yes, I suppose
I have. Some inquest or other, wasn't it? My wife was reading all about
it."
"The
jury brought in a verdict of suicide," said
Favell coming forward, "which I say is
absolutely out of
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the question. Mrs. de Winter was my
cousin, I knew her intimately. She would never have done such a thing, and
what's more she had no motive. What we want to know is what the devil she came
to see you about the very day she died?"
Maxim turned to the doctor who was standing with a polite
smile frozen on his lips. "My late wife's cousin is not satisfied with the
verdict," said Maxim, "and we've driven up to see you today because
we found your name and the telephone number of your old consulting-rooms in my wife's
diary. She seems to have made an appointment with you, and kept it, at two
o'clock on the last day she ever spent in London. Could you possibly verify
this for us?"
Doctor Baker was listening with great
interest, but when Maxim had finished, he shook his head. "I'm awfully
sorry," he said, "but I think you've made a mistake. I've never
attended a Mrs. de Winter in my life."
"Could she have given a false name?" said Colonel
Julian.
"Why, yes, it's possible."
"Would you have any record of the visit in your files?
I know it's not etiquette to ask, but the circumstances are very unusual. We do
feel her appointment with you must have some relation to the case and
suicide."
"Murder," said Favell.
Doctor Baker raised his eyebrows and looked inquiringly at Maxim.
"I had no idea there was any question of that," he said quietly.
"Of course I'll do anything in my power to help you. If you excuse me for
a few minutes, I will go and look up my files."
He left the room and we stayed waiting. I could hear the
sound of the tennis balls from the court. Doctor
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Baker came
back into the room with a large book and a file-case in his hands. He opened
the book and began turning the pages. "The twelfth did you say?" he
murmured. "At two o'clock? Ah!"
None of us moved. We watched his face. "I saw a
Mrs. Danvers on the twelfth at two o'clock," he said.
"Danny? What on earth..." began Favell, but
Maxim cut him short.
"She gave a wrong name, of course. Do you remember the
visit now, Doctor Baker?"
Doctor Baker was already searching his
files. "Yes," he said slowly, "I remember now." He read
through the files and then put them in the case. "Of course," he
said, glancing at Maxim, "this is unprofessional, you know. But your wife
is dead, and I quite understand that the circumstances are exceptional. You
want to know if I can suggest any motive why your wife took her life? I think I
can. The woman who called herself Mrs. Danvers was very seriously ill."
He paused and looked at every one in turn.
"I remember her perfectly well. She came to me for the
first time a week previously to the date you mentioned. She complained of
certain symptoms, and I took some X-rays of her. The second visit was to find
out the result of those X-rays. She asked for the truth, and I let her have it.
She stood it very well. She said she had suspected it for some time. Then she
paid my fee and went out. I never saw her again." He shut the book.
"The pain was still slight, but the growth was
deeprooted," he continued, "and in three or four months she would
have been under morphia. An operation would be of no use. I told her that.
There is nothing one can do in a case like that, except give morphia, and
wait." No one said a word. The little clock ticked on the mantel-
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piece. "The X-rays showed a
certain malformation of the uterus, I remember, which meant she could never
have a child; but that had nothing to do with the dis-
ease. '
I remember hearing Colonel Julian speak, saying something
about Doctor Baker being very kind. Everyone was standing up.
"I am so glad to have been of use," said Doctor
Baker. "It never entered my head for a moment that Mrs. de Winter and Mrs.
Danvers could be the same person."
We came out to the drive and went towards the car. I heard
the door shut. We went and stood by the car. No one said anything for a few
minutes. Then Favell began to speak. His voice was careless, but his face was
grey.
"I never had the slightest idea. She kept it a secret
from everyone, even Danny. What a damned thing, eh? Cancer! Oh, my God!"
He was watching Maxim. "Yes, it's a stroke of luck for
you, Max, isn't it? You think you've won, don't you? But the law can punish you
still, and so can I, in a different way..."
As we turned the corner I looked back and saw him standing
there, watching us, and he waved his hand and was laughing.
We drove on for a while in silence. Then Colonel Julian
spoke. "He can't do anything," he said. "That's just a
bluff." Maxim did not answer. "I don't think it would do any harm if
I let it be known in Kerrith and in the country that a London doctor has
supplied us with a motive, " said Colonel Julian. "People are odd
sometimes. If they knew about Mrs. de Winter's disease, it might make it much
easier for you.'
"Yes," said Maxim,
"yes, I understand."
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I
2
Activities
Pre-reading Task
Practise the pronunciation of the following words:
to tear, tears, key, warmth, suburbs, apologize, jury,
false, slight, uterus, disease.
[tea] [tlaz] [ki:] [wo:m61 ['sAb3:bz] [a'pDIad3arz]
dwarl]
[fo:ls] [slalt] ['ju:taras] [dl' ZIZ]
Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks
Match up the words and word combinations in
the left column with their Russian equivalents in the right column.
1)
keena)
noA03peBaTb
2)
to verifyb)
r10ATBepMAat1'b
3)
familiarc)
OCTPbIñ
4)
to supply withd)
YJIH¼Hoe ABH'ReHHe
5)
to suspecte) 06 3TOM He MONCerr 6b1Tb
6)
a feeH pegn
7)
to guardf)
Bblaep*carrb tiTO-HH6YAb
8)
secureg)
3HaROMb1Ü
9)
traffic h)  np06Ra a traffic jam i) Oõecnet1HBaTb, CHúKœ1'b
11)
this is out of
thej) roHopap questionk) aar_umuaTb, OXPaHHTb
12)
to stand smthI)
6e3011acHb1ii
Find in the text the synonyms for the following words:
odour, to ruin, safe, to pull, to shut,
to fall (about the heart), astonished, sharp, to excuse oneself, not
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long ago, dead, to confirm, to treat
(JIet1HTb), to provide, strange.
3 Translate the following sentences.
(Revision of Grammar)
I) HaAeK)Cb, wro K H0B0MY roxw Mbl cAaAHM BCe  .3aqeTb1 (oral tests).
2)
TIYCTb AerrH
crraTb. OHM ABa qaca CMO•rpwr TevrreBH30p.
3)
YBepeHa, wro B ux
pa,3B0Ae BHHOBarra AHHa (KOHCTPYR11Hfl it is... who).
4)
CTOPOHbI He
CMOI'JIH npHüTH K COFJ1ameHkHO, H HM npHAerrcfl BCTPeTHTbCfl CHOBa.
5)
K KOHI_IY
OKTHÕPH 110ABOAHaq JIOAKa (a submarine) 6b1J1a 1104HflTa.
6)
IlonpaII_IHBaeMb1ñ
ceüqac  110403peBaerrcfi B y6HiácTBe.
7)
Moa cecrrpa
XYAeerr H He ecrr HH x.ne6a, HH KapTOIIIKH.
8)
Mbl XOTHM,
t.IT06bI npecTY11HHKH Õb1JIH noÜMaHb1 H HaKaaaHbI.
9)
BHAeJIH, wro OH
BblCTPeJIHJ1 nepBbIM.
10)
HCaJ1b, wro fl He
3HaK) aH1"JIHiiCKoro. 51 6bI IIOHHMaJIa CJIOBa neceH.
'P Checking Comprehension
Answer the questions.
1)
What was Daphne thinking about when she looked at the garden out
of the window?
2)
Why did she decide to pack her suit-case? Did she want to stay in
London for a few days?
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3)
 Where was Favell to meet Maxim, Daphne
and Colonel Julian?
4)
Where did Dr. Baker live?
5)
Did they easily find his house?
6)
What did Dr. Baker look like?
7)
Did Dr. Baker recollect Rebecca's visit to him right away?
8)
Under what name did Rebecca visit Dr. Baker?
9)
What kind of disease did she suffer from?
10) Why did Colonel
Julian want it to be known that Dr. Baker supplied them with a motive?
Discussion Tasks
Act out the scene from the text beginning
with the words "Forgive me for keeping you waiting..." up to the end
of the chapter. The cast: Dr. Baker, Maxim, Favell, Colonel Julian.
Chapter 24
We took Colonel Julian to his sister and left him there. Now
that we were alone again and the strain was over, the sensation was one of
almost unbelievable relief. Maxim's hand covered mine.
"I believe," he said, "that Rebecca lied to
me on purpose. She wanted me to kill her. She foresaw everything. That's why
she laughed. That's why she stood there laughing when she died."
I did not say anything. It was all over. It did not matter
any more.
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 "It was her last practical jokel
" said Maxim, "the best of them all. And I'm not sure if she hasn't
won, even now.'
"What do you mean? How can she have won?"
"I don't know," he said.
"I don't know. I'm going to ring up Frank." He stopped the car near a
little restaurant. I waited. In ten minutes Maxim came back.
"Something rather odd happened," he said slowly, a
line between his brows. "About ten minutes before I rang up, Frith telephoned
to Frank and said there had been a long-distance call for Mrs. Danvers. This
must have been about ten past six. At a quarter to seven he knocked on the door
and found her room empty. They looked for her but could not find her. They
think she's gone. "
"Isn't it a good thing?" I said. "It saves us
a lot of trouble. I believe she guessed."
"I don't like it," said Maxim.
"I don't like it."
"She can't do anything," I argued. "If she's
gone, so much the better. It was Favell who telephoned of course. He must have
told her about Baker. They can't blackmail us. It's too dangerous."
"I'm not thinking of blackmail," said Maxim.
"What else can they do? We must
forget it. It's all over, darling, it's finished. We ought to go down on our
knees and thank God that's finished."
Maxim did not answer. He was staring in front of him
at nothing.
It was going to be very different in the future, I thought.
I was not going to be shy with the servants any more. I would learn to control
the house. They

 a practical joke
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would like me, respect me. People would
come and stay at Manderley, and I wouldn't mind. And we would have children.
Surely we would have children.
It was getting dark and I was very tired. "Can't
we stop at a hotel for the night?" I asked.
Maxim shook his head. "No," he said,
"we must hurry. I want to get home. Something's wrong. I know it is. I
want to get home.'
I shut my eyes. A hundred images came to me things seen,
things known, and things forgotten. I dreamed I was writing letters in the
morning-room. I wrote them with a thick black pen. But when I looked down to
see what I had written it was not my small square handwriting at all, it was
long, and slanting, with curious pointed strokes. I got up and went to the
looking-glass. A face that stared back at me was not my own. It was very pale,
very lovely, framed in a cloud of dark hair. The face in the glass stared at me
and laughed. And I saw then that she was sitting on a chair before the
dressing-table in her bedroom, and Maxim was brushing her hair. He held her
hair in his hands, and as he brushed it he wound it slowly into a thick rope.
It twisted like a snake, and he took hold of it with both hands and smiled at
Rebecca and put it round his neck."
"No!" I screamed. "No,
no!" I felt Maxim's hand upon my face.
"Sh,"
he said. "Wake up. We'll be back by three."
I climbed over and sat beside him, staring in front of
me through the wind-screen. My teeth were chattering. The hills rose in front
of us, fell and rose again. It was quite dark. With no stars. "What time
is it?" I asked.
"Twenty past two."
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"It's funny," I said. "It looks as though the
daWn is Vocabulary and Grammar Tasks breaking over there, beyond these hills.
It can't be, it's too early." I Fill in the gaps with the words from the
box He did not answer and went on watching the sky. It putting them in the
right form. seemed to get lighter and lighter.

a long-distance call on purpose to argue to foresee to wind
  (wound, wound)
to save a strain to guess to cover to blow
  (blew, blown)

"It's in winter you see the northern lights,
isn't it?" I said. "Not in summer."
"That's not the northern
lights," said Maxim. "That's Manderley. It is burning."
I glanced at him and saw his face. I saw
his eyes.
The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no
moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was
not dark at all. It was hot with crimson, like a splash of blood. 1 And the
ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.
THE END I) A strong windout the
candle and it became quite dark.
2) It's impossible  all the consequences of
antiterrorist operations.
                                                                                3)It's
no use                                                    with him. He won't
admit
Activities that he is wrong.
 what present I have
prepared for you," 'P Pre-reading Task    the boy said to his mother.
5) When I came to the office, I was told
that there Practise the pronunciation of the following words: had beenfor me.

unbelievable, cover,
brows, above, salt, wind-screen, 6) You should have a good rest. This trial
was such to wind, dawn, eyes, in front. for you.
a ball of wool around
a chair.
['Anbl'li:vabl] ['kwa] [brauz] [a'bAV] [so:lt]
['wmdskri:n]his face with his hands to [wamd] [do:n] [arz] ['In' frnntl   conceal
his tears.
9) I am sure Nelly didn't do itShe meant

1
It was hot with
crimson, like a splash of blood. — OHO õbl- well.
no
6a1"PHHb1M, CJIOBHO 3aõpb1araH0 RPOBbHJ.        10) a) Most of the
passengers of the sunk ship
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b)
This new method will  us a lot of time.
c)
He  money for a new car.
2
Find in the text
the examples of conversion (about 25 words), polysemy (about 10 words) and
"false friends of a translator" (2 words).
3
Translate the sentences. (Revision of Grammar)
1)
Rorgua Mbl
npuexaJIH B noprr, KOPa6J1b TOJ1bKO OTXOAMJI orr 6epera.
2)
rAe õYAerr
noxopoHeH 9TOT awrep?
3)
B03MOH£HO,
OH aaXOAHJ1 KO ME-re Bqepa, HO MeHfl He 6bIJIO AOMa.
4)
AOJI}KHO 6b1Tb,
OH ceügac Aaerr 1101-ca3aHHfl.
5)
IIpocM0TpeB
fl0JIYHeHHY10 yrpoM Koppec110HAeHLIHK), AHpewrop Bb13Ba.,11 ceKperrapfl.
6)
OH
JIK)ÕHT, Korua ero npurnamarorr Ha npe3ewraI_1HH.
7)
Mbl 0}KHAaeM, wro
aoronop 6YAerr 110ArrvrcaH Ha
 1-1eAeJ1e.
8)
HHRT0 H3 Hac He      Ha
3T0 coõpaHHe.
9)
HeoõxoAHM0,
qrr06b1 Bbl aaœraBHJIH Bamero Cb1Ha noceruarrb WROJIY.
10)
EcJIH õbl
fl He 11011aJ1 B «npoõKy», 6b1 npnexan BOBPeMfl.
 Checking Comprehension
Complete the sentences.
I) Maxim thought that Rebecca had lied to him
2) Frank said that there had been 3)
Favell told Mrs. Danvers
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4)
Daphne decided to
learn
5)
Maxim was
sure that something
6)
Daphne dreamt
that
7)
The face that stared at her in the looking-glass

8)
Daphne dreamt that Maxim wound Rebecca's hair into a thick
9)
That was not the
northern lights. That was

Discussion Tasks
Describe:
1)
Daphne's dream.
2)
their way back
home.

Questions and
Tasks for the Final Discussion
1
Answer the
questions.
I) What do you think of Daphne? Do you
like her? Why do you think Maxim fell in love with Daphne?
2)
What would Daphne's life have been if she hadn't become Mrs. de
Winter?
3)
Why do you think
Daphne fell in love with a man old enough to be her father?
4)
Why did Rebecca
marry Maxim?
5)
Why did Mrs. Danvers hate Daphne?
6)
Do you think
Maxim ever loved Rebecca?
7)
Why do you think
Daphne wasn't sure Maxim loved her?
8)
Why didn't Maxim
tell Daphne about his love?
9)
What did Daphne think of the late Mrs. de Winter? What did she
feel about her?
10)
Why is the book called "Rebecca"?
2
Give a short
summary of the exen ts of the book from the point of view of:
1)
Daphne.
2)
Maxim.
3)
Mrs. Danvers.
4)
Favell.
5)
Rebecca (about her life with Maxim and why she wanted him to kill
her).
Vocabulary
TIPHHflTbre
COKpmueHHfl
a adjective — npwrararreJ1bHoe a predic adjective
predicative — rtpeAHKaTHBHoe ynorrpe6J1eHHe
HMeHØ npwrararreJ1bHoro adv
adverb — Hapegne cj conjunction — COE03 int interjection — MeH<A0MeTHe n noun — HMH
cylueCTBwreJIbHoe num numeral — MHCJIWreJIbHoe phr prep phrase preposition —
COCTaBHOÜ npezvror pl plural — MHO*CeCTBeHHOe tIUCJIO prep preposition —
npeA.nor pron pronoun MecTOHMeHHe v verb — raar0J1
accident ['æksldant] n HeCqaCTHbIÜ
wryqaü according to  phr prep B COOTBe•TCTBHH c, cor„nacH0 geray-JI.
accuse [a'kju:z] v 06BHHflTb acquire
[a' kwma] v npuoõperraTb actual ['æktjual] a
(þaKTHqeCKHñ, adore [a' do:] v 06cxaTb affair [a' feal n aeno afford [a'fo:dl v
1103BOJ1flTb ce6e aflame [a' flerml a predic rlbIJ1a1014HÜ ahead
lê'hedl adv Bilepea aloof [a'lu:f] a  PaBHOAYff1Hb1Ü,
HaÃMeHHbIñ alter l' o:ltal v H3MeHHTb(Cfl) amaze [a' melzl v
nopayaTb ambush ['æmbof] n aacaAa amuse [amju:zl v aa6aBJ1flTb anchor
['ænkal V CTaBHTb Ha flKOPb, 6POCHTb flKOPb
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annoy la' v pa3ApaycaTb annual ænjuall a anxiety [æn' zaratl] n
'rpeBora, 6eCÃOKOñCTBO appearance [a' Plarans] n 110flBJIeHHe;
BHemHOCTb, HapyHCHOCTb appointment [a' porntmantl n YCJIOBJIeHHaa Bc•rpega,
CBHAaHøe approve [a' pru:vl v on06PHTb archway [ a:tfwell n npoxoa
apK0ñ, CBOaqaTbIü npoxoa artificial ['a:t1'fiJll a
HCKYCCTBeHHbIü ash læJl n nene.n•, ashes npax astonish [a'stDmJl v
nopa;-KœI'b, asylum [a' sailam] n cyt•aacmeAIIIHü AOM attend [a'tendl v
noceruaTb, .neqwrr,; rupocJ1eAHTb qeMattractive [a' træktrvl a
rlPHBJreKæreJ1bHb1ü avoid [a' void] v H36eraTb aware [a'weal a
C03Haroruøü, be aware 3HaTb, C03HaBaTb
bait [belt] n KPK)HOR, rrpmuamca
banister ['bæmstal n nepwra bay [bet] n aaJIHB, 6yxrra beads [bi:dz] n beg [beg] v YMOJ1flTb belong
[bl'IDI)l v IIPHHaA.ne*caTb below [bl' adv BHH3Y, qeM-J1. bet [bet] n nap1-T
bicker l'blkal v cnopwrb, npepeKaTbcq bishop ['blJap] n enucxon bitter ['blta]
a ropbKHÜ blackmail ['bklækmelll n Illawrax blame [blelml v
OÕBHHflTb blankly l'blænklll adv 6eCflOM011(HO; TY110 bless [blesl
v anarOCJIOBJ1flTb blind [blamdl a CJ1enoñ blink [blil)kl v MopraTb
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blood [blAdl n KPOBb bloom [blu:ml n LIBerreHne in
bloom B uBerry bluff [blAfl n 6JIecþ blunt 1bIAnt] a Tynoñ blush
[blAfl v 1-çpacHeTb boat [baotl n qx•ra bodice l'bDdrsl n Kopcerr,
rlJ1aTbfl bold [baoldl a xpaõpblü, CMeJ1bIñ bond [bondl n
CBfl3b, Y3b1 bone [baonl n KOCTb bother ['bDôal v HaAoenarrb,
ÕeCIIOKOHTb bottom ['bDtaml n bow [baul n IIORJIOH', V KHBaTb,
KJraHHTbCý1 brakes [brelksl n pl TOPM03a break (broke, broken) off ['brelk 'of] v
OÕPbIBaTb paar0B0P breathe [bri:ðl v Abililarrb breathless l '
bre911sl a 3anbrxaB[11Hüca bride [braid] n HOB06PaHHaa bridge [br1d31 n
(ycaprn0¼Haa uepa) brow [brao] n õPOBb brute [bru:tl n rpy6HBH,
paae. CKOTHHa bullet ['bU11tl n buoy [boll n 6yü burglar
['b3:gla] n B3JIOMLUHK, KBaPTHPHbIiá BOP burst (burst, burst) [b3:stl v
B3PbIBaTbCfl bury ['berl] v XOPOHHTb bush [boJl n KYCT butler l'bAtlal n
yrrpaBJ1flK)1.quü, ABOPe1_1KHñ
c
cabin
['kæbml n KaEOTa capital ['kæpltall a aarnaBHb1ii capture ['kæptfal v
aaXBaTHTb casual ['kæwoll a
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cause [ko:zl n npHHHHa; v Bb13b1BaTb chap ltfæpl
n napeHb charge [tJŒd31 n 3a60rra, norregeHHe be in charge 6b1Tb
OTBeTCTBeHHb1M aa qrro-JI. charity ['tJær1t1] n 6JraTOTBOPWreJ1bHb1Ü
chatter l'tfætal n 60JITOBHH; v 60JITarrb cheek-bone ['tfrkbaunl n CKYJra
chestnut ['tJesmt] n Kar.11TaH chin ltfm] n 110A60p0A0K china ['tJama] n
(þapcþop choice ltfOIsl n BblÕOP choke [tfaokl v circumstances ['sg:kamstansrz] n pl
06CTOflTeJIbCTBa clapping ['klæpll)] n annoancMeHTb1 clearing ['klrarll)l
n no.nflHa climb [klarm] v KapaÕKaTbCfl, B36HpaTbcq cling (clung, clung)
[kllt)] V IlenJIflTbCfl, JIMÃHYTb, JlbHYI'b cloth [klD61 n CKœrepTb
collar ['kola] n omeiiHHK comfort ['kÁmfat] v yrremaTb companion [kam'
pænjanl n KOM[1aHbOH companionship [kam'pænjanfip] n OTHOmeHHfl, 05
IlleHHe complain (kam'plem] v H€aJIOBaTbCfl conceit
[kan'si:t] n CarviOMHeHHe, CaMOHaaeflHHOCTb concern [kan's3:n] n aeÃ0,
0THomeHHe confession [kan'feJnl n 11PH3HaHHe confidence ['knnfldans] n
YBePeHHOCTb; A0Bepue, AOBepwreJIb-
HOCTb confident konfidantl a YBePeEIHb1ü B
gerv1-J1., caM0YBepeHHb1ii confuse [kan'fiu:z] V CMYIuaTb(Cfl), HPHBOAHTb B 3aMemarre•J1b-
CTBO, CÕHBaTb C TOJIKY
considerate [kan' sidarat] a BHHMarreJIbHb1Ü console [kan'saull v
YTe1-naTb contagious Ikan'te1d3asl a aapa3HbIii contradict l ' knntra' dlkt] v
11POTHBopex-1HTb
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coroner ['knrana] n ROP0Hep; CJIeAOBæreJ1b, aeJ1a o Ha;
CHJ1bCTBeHHOÜ CMepTH cosy
['kauzll a YIOTHb1ñ courage [knrid31 n CMeJIOCTb, MYH•cecTB0 course
Iko:sl n 'retreHHe courtesy ['k3:trsIl n BeyJIHBOCTb cove [katyvl n 6ywroqKa,
y6eHCVItue cpeAH CKaJ1 create [krr' eltl v C03aaBaTb creature ['kri:tfal n
C03AaHøe creep (crept, crept) [kri:p] v HOJ13TH crypt Iknptl n CKJre•11
curiosity [,kjuarl'nsltll n JIE06011b1TCTBO curious ['kjuarrasl a
crrpaHHb1Ü cushion ['kUfn] n AHBaHHaq cut (cut, cut) [kAt] v peaaTb cut
short 06PbIBaTb (pa3Z0Bop)
daffodil ['dæfadlll n Hapuncc
damage dæmId3] n 110BPÐKaeHHe damned [dæmd] a
LIPOKJIHTb1ñ damp [damp] a BJra*CHb1ii dare Idea] v OCMe•JIHTbCfl
dashboard [' dæJbo:dl n npn60pHaq naHeJ1b dawn Ido:nl n paccBeT deceive
Idl'si:vl v oÕrvraHYTb deck [dekl n IlaJIY6a dedication  n 110CBfi1ueHI,re deliberate [dl'
llbaratl a YMb1LUJ1eHHb1Ü, HarsaePeHHb1ü delicate l ' dellkltl a
TOHKHñ, H3b1CKaHHbIÜ deny Idl' nar] v O'TPuuaTb departure
[dl'pa:tfa] n orrœ,e3J1 deprive [dl'prmv] v JIHmaTb descend [dl'sendl v
cnycKaTbCfi despair [dl'speal n 0TtIa_flHøe
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desperate  а отчаянный; безнадежный despise
[dI' sparz] v презирать despondency [dI' sppndensl] п подавленность, уныние
destination ['destI'nelJn] п место назначения detached [dr'tzetft] а
бесстрастный, чужой diabolic ['dan'bnhk] а дьявольский; злой, жестокий diary
dmarl] п дневник engagement diary gerd3mant] деловой дневник, ежедневник dig
(dug, dug) [dlgl v копать dim [Шт] а неясный, смутный dinghy dlngr] п надувная
резиновая лодка disagreeably d1sa' adv неодобрительно discovery [d1s'kAvarrl п
открытие disease [dl'zi:z] п болезнь disgrace [drs' grersl п позор dish [(101 п
блюдо dishonest [dls'nnrst] а нечестный dissolve [dr' разлагаться, растворяться
dive [daw] v нырять divorce [dI'vo:s] п развод dizzy d1ZIl а чувствующий
головокружение dot [dDt] п точка doubt [daot] п сомнение drag [drcg] v
тащить(ся) draw back ['dro: 'b&k] phr отпрянуть drawer [dro:a] п выдвижной
ящик (комода и т. п.) dream (dreamt, dreamed) [dri:m] сниться drive [draw] п
подъездная аллея; прогулка на автомобиле drive [drarv] вести машину, ехать в
машине droop [dru:pl п склоняться drown [draun] тонуть drum [dnml п барабан dull [dRll а
скучный dumb [сит] а немой dummy п марионетка dust [d№tl п пыль
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eager i:ga] а сильно желающий, жаждущий be eager желать
effort [' efat] п попытка, усилие elaborate [1'ltebarat] а сложный,
замысловатый employ [rm'pbrl нанимать employer [rm'plxal п наниматель,
работодатель enchanted [m'tfa:ntldl а заколдованный, очарованный engine ['
endyn] п мотор, двигатель entertain ['enta'tem] принимать гостей; развлекать
envy ['envrl v завидовать errand erand] п поручение escape [1' ske1P] сбежать,
совершить побег estate [I'stert] п имение, поместье event [I'vent] п событие
evidence ['ewdans] п свидетельские показания evidently evldentl[] adv очевидно
exaggerate [19' zzed3arelt] преувеличивать exclamation eksla'me1Jn] п
восклицание excuse [1ks' kju:s] п предлог, отговорка extent [lk'stentl п
степень
face [fers] встретиться лицом к лицу fade [fe[dl v
поблекнуть, изгладиться (из памяти) fail [fe11] потерпеть неудачу, провалиться
faint [femt] v упасть в обморок faithful [Тетей] а преданный, верный false
[fo:lsl а фальшивый; неверный, ошибочный familiar [fa' mllra] а знакомый;
фамильярный fancy Репы] воображать fancy dress маскарадный костюм farewell
['feawel] п прощание fashion ['fcfn] п мода fastidious [f&'st1dIas] а
разборчивый, привередливый
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fault [fo:lt] n BHHa fear [fia] n
crrpax feather ['feôal n nepb1L11K0 fee [fi:l n roHopap feel (felt, felt)
for ['fi:l'f31 v HarqY11b1BaTb fever ['fi:va] n JløxopaÃKa
fiercely ['fraslll adv cBHperro; ropago file [faill V 110A11HJIHBaTb
(HatlHJIbHHROM,AJ1fl Hoæreñ ) fit [fitl a 1'OAHb1Ü,
11PHC110C06J1eHHb1ñ fit [fitl v 1"OaHTbCfl, noax0AHTb

flatter ['flæta] v JlbCTMTb
flesh [flen n 11JIOTb; HO}Ka fling (flung, flung) [flrry flM)] open v
pacrraxHYTb float -Iflautl v rlJIbITb flounce [flaunsl n oõopxa flow
[flat;] V Tetlb flushed [flAJt] a 110KpaCHeBff1Hñ fold [fauld] v
CKJIaAbIBaTb footstep futstep] n mar, maroB force n CHJ1a•, V aaCTaBJ1flTb,
npHHYHCAaTb force a smile BblaaBHTb YJIb16KY former ['fo:mal a fortnight ['fo:tnartl n ABe
1--1eAeJIH frown [fraun] n CABHHyrbre ÕPOBW, v xMYPHTbCfl fur [f3:l n
Mex fuss IfAsl n cyerra, 6eCIIOROiCTBO
gate lgert] n Boporra gaze lgelzl v
TIPHCTaJIbHO cr,aorrpeTb generous l' d3enras] a ÕJ1a1'0POAHb1ñ, get used l' get 'ju:stl flPHBb1RaTb
ghost [gaust] n npH3paR, ayx gift [gift] n aap
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gloomy glu:rml a MpaHHb1iá, glove [glÁv] n nepqarrl•ca
glow [glaul n aapeB0, OTÕJ1eCK goal [gaul] n UeJ1b gossip [ goslpl n
CllJ1eTHH grave [grervl n Morwra grip [gnpl v yxBaTHTbCfl growl [graoll v
pbrtrarrb growth [grauØl n onyx0J1b guess [ges] v AorauaTbCfl guilty l'
gfltll a BHHOBHb1ñ gulf [gAlfl n nponacTb

ham lhæml n BerrHHHa hammer
['hæmal n MOJIOTOR', v crryqaTb harbour ['ha:ba] n raBaHb
harm [ha:m] n 3JIO, BPeA; v
IIPHtIHHflTb 3JIO, Bpea harsh [ha:f] a rpy6bIü, peaKHii haunt tho:nt] v
npecJ1eaoBaTb, aar0HflTb headland ['hedland] n Mb1C headline ['hedlarnl n
aar0J10BOK (ea3eTHb1ü, HCYPHaJ1bHb1i u m. n.) heady ['hedll a
rlbHHHIUHÜ heel [hi:l] n Ka6JIYK; IIflTKa heir [eal n ElaCJ1eAHHK hell [hell
n aA hesitate ['hezrtertl v RO.neÕaTbCfl hide (hid, hidden) [haldl v
npwraTb(ca) hill [hill n XOJIM hoarse [ho:s] a XPHHJ1b1ñ hollow l' n
BnaAHE-ra, a BnaJ1b1ü honeymoon ['hnmmu:n] n MeCflL1 honour ['onal n qecTb
host [haust] n X03flHH hum [hnml n ryn
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humble ['hf,mbl] а робкий, скромный;
смиренный hurt (hurt) [h3:t] причинять боль; обижать
idleness ardlnes] п безделье
ignorance [ rgnaransl п невежество ill-bred [ Il'bred] а плохо воспитанный
ill-fitting [,ll'fltm] плохо сидящее (о платье) impatient [lm'pelfnt] а
нетерпеливый imprint Imprmt] п отпечаток indefinable [ mdl' famabll а
неопределяемый inferior [т'йапа] а стоящий ниже (по положению и п.) influence
['mf10ans] п влияние inhabit [m'h&brt] населять inquest mkwestl п
расследование, дознание insist [m'srst] настаивать intact [m'taektl а
неповрежденный, нетронутый intelligibly [m'telld9blr] adv разумно, понятно
intend [m'tend] намереваться invasion [m've[3n] п вторжение, нашествие
invention [т 'venfn] п изобретение iron [аюп] гладить; а железный item апат] п
пункт, параграф
jealous
['d3elas] а ревнивый jerk [d33:k] п резкое движение;  сделать резкое движение,
дернуться judge     п судья jug [dy,gl п кувшин
к
Кееп [ki:nl а острый; сильно желающий
to be Кееп оп smth любить, страстно увлекаться чем-л.
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Кеер (kept, kept) ир with [ki:p ' АР wrO] phr щ,'
поспевать, не отставать keeper ['ki:pal п смотритель knitting ['nrtll)] п вязание
1,
[асе Дев] п кружево lack [l&k]
недоставать, испытывать недостаток в чем-л. landing п лестничная площадка
[ар [lcp] п колени lasting а
длительный, постоянный late [lert] а пок0ЙныЙ, мертвый lavatory ['lcvatarl] п
уборная lawn [13.•n] п лужайка lean (leaned, leant) [li:n] наклоняться leather
[' [еда] а кожаный lick [ИК] лизать light (lit, lit) [lalt] зажигать lighter
['lartar] п зажигалка lilac [lallak] п сирень limb [lrrn] п конечность link
[ППК] п связующее звено, связь loathsome ['laodsam] а злорадный lock [lDkl
запирать lodge [lDd31 п сторожка log [lng] п полено longing [' п желание lovely
['hvll] а красивый
м
таКе (made) for тл Тт.] phr
направляться malice [' mchsl п злоба mat [mtEt] п коврик, половик match
[m&tfl v сочетаться, соответствовать
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matter ['mata] иметь значение meddlesome medls,wm] а
вмешивающийся не в свое дело, надоедливый message ['mesrd3] п сообщение midst
[rmdst] п середина in the midst посреди mind [mamd] обращать внимание;
возражать  don't mind неважно; я не возражаю; мне все равно never mind не обращай
внимания; неважно miscellaneous [,rmsa'lermas] а разное miss [mrs] скучать;
пропускать, упускать mist [mrst] п туман modesty ['mndastIl п скромность mood [mu:d] п настроение moor [moal v
пришвартовываться, стоять на якоре morbid тэ:ЬтЩ а болезненный;
смертельный mortuary тз:ђоап] п морг mud [rmd] п грязь mumble ['тлтЬ1] мямлить,
говорить невнятно murmur ['тз:та] п рокот; бормотание; бормотать mutual
['mju:tJoal] а общий, взаимный
naked nerkId] а обнаженный napkin [ ' псрКт] п
салфетка net [net] п сеть nettle ['netll п крапива nuisance ['nju:sns] п обида,
неприятность; надоедливый человек, зануда nurse п медицинская сестра
о
оаК [аоК] п
дуб oar       п весло оЬеу [a'bel] подчиняться
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occupation [,оКјо'ретјп] п занятие
occur [а'Кз:] прийти в голову odd [odl а странный opportunity [дра' tju:mtI] п
возможность outburst [' autb3:stl п ВСПЫШКа own [аоп] а собственный оп one's own сам, самостоятельно
расе [рев] п скорость pain [peml п боль parcel [ '
pa:sl] п пакет, бандероль parlour-maid ['pa:lamerd] п горничная passionate
['p&Jnatl а страстный pat [pct] u гладить, ласкать; похлопывать patience
[perfns] п терпение peel [pi:l] чистить, снимать кожуру реер [pi:p] v подглядывать,
заглядывать perjure [ рз:фа] лжесвидетельствовать pig [рщ] п поросенок, свинья
pigeon-hole ['prd3anhaol] п отделение для бумаг в секретере pile [рай] п кипа,
куча pillow ['р№о] п подушка plot [plDt] п здговор роке round ['рэоК 'raondl
phr е.' искать ощупью possession [pa'zeJn] п личная вещь pour [рз:] наливать
powder ['pauda] п пудра pray [ргет] молиться precaution [pri:' Кэ:јп] п
предосторожность precipice ['presws] п пропасть prefer [рп' f3:] предпочитать
premonition ['prema'mfnl п предвидение presently ['preznth] adv скоро,
вскоре pretend [pTI'tend] притворяться
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pretentious [pr1'tenJas] а претенциозный

rid [пЩ v освобождать, избавлять

pretext п ['pri:tekst] предлог (для чего-л.)

get rid of избавляться, отделываться

prevent [prr'vent] предотвращать

ridiculous [п ' dIkjulas] а
  странный; смехотворный

privacy ртам] п уединение

rock [тк] п скала

prompt [pmmpt] подсказывать

room [ru:m] п место; комната

puff [РАЛ попыхивать (трубкой); п буфф на платье

горе [raopl п веревка

pull [pol] тянуть

row [гаи] п ряд

purchase [               п покупка

rub [ТАЬ] v вытирать; тереть

push [рол v толкать

rude [ru:d] а грубый

put off
  ['pot Df] phr откладывать
rarely [realI] adv редко rat [rct] п крыса

ruin гилп] разрушать гип (тап, гип) [тяп] вести (дом и т. п.) rustle
  ['nsl] п шелест

rate [reltl п степень, доля

sacriledge ['szekralld3] п
  святотатство, кощунство

at апу rate во всяком случае

sail [seIl] п парус

record [' reko:d] п запись

salmon [' scman] п лосось; а оранжево-розовый

recover [п'Клуа] приходить в себя

sane [sem] а нормальный, здравомыслящий

regret [п ' gret] сожалеть

satin [ szetm] п атлас (ткань); а атласный

release [п li:s] освобождать

sauce [so:s] п соус

relentlessly [rl'lentlash] adv неумолимо

saw [so:] п пила

relief               п облегчение

scarf [ska:f] п шарф

relieve [rr'li:v] приносить облегчение

scatter [' sk&tal v разбрасывать, рассеивать

reluctantly [n'b\ktanth] adv неохотно

scent [sent] п запах; чувствовать, чуять

remains [rr'mernz] п р! остатки

scissors srzaz] п ножницы

remind [п ' mamd] v напоминать

scorn [sko:n] п презрение

remorse [n'mo:sl п угрызения совести

screw [scru:] прикрутить, привинтить

reply [rl'plar] отвечать

scribble skTIbl] v писАть быстро и небрежно

reproach [п'ргаоШ u упрекать

scuttle ['skAtl] v затопить судно

resemblance zemblansl п сходство

sea-cock ['               п кингстон, клапан

resent [п ' zent] негодовать, возмущаться

search [S3:tj] а поисковый

resident rezrdantl п житель, обитатель

secure [м ' Кјоа] а безопасный, надежный

resist [п'             сопротивляться

seize [si:z] v схватить

restrain [п ' strem] ограничивать

self [selt] п личность

ribbon ['rlban] д лента

sensation [sen'serfnl п ощущение

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sense [sens] чувствовать shadow ['Jcdau] п тень shame
[_ferm] п стыд Фаре [.fewl п форма share [јеа] v разделять, делить shell [fel]
п оболочка shimmer ['Jima] п мерцание shoot (shot, shot) Wu:tl застрелить shrug
пожимать (плечами) shutters ['JAtaz] п pl ставни shy [јат] а робкий sick [мк] а
чувствующий тошноту sideboard sardbo:d] п буфет sigh [sar] вздыхать sight [smt]
п вид, зрелище sincere [sm'sw] а искренний sinister ['srmsta] а мрачный,
зловещий sink (sank, sunk) [МОК] тонуть sketch ЬооК [' sketjbuk] п альбом slacks [sl&ks] п (женские) брюки
slanting ['slcntllj] а наклонный slave [slew] п раб slip in ['shp ' т] phr
проскользнуть slippers ['shpazl п домашние тапочки, шлепанцы slippery
['slrparl] а скользкий sniff [smfl нюхать soak [saokl пропитать, намочить soap
[saopl п мыло social ['saoJ11 а светский sore throat [Зэ: 'Oraot] больное горло
sound [saund] v казаться, создавать впечатление; звучать spare [spea] v щадить
spell [spel] п чары, очарование spider ['spaIda] п паук spike [spalk] п палка с
острым концом spin (spun, spun) [spm] плести
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spirit ['spmtl п дух spoilt а испорченный;
избалованный spot [spot] п пятно sprawl [spro:l] раскидывать sprawl about
расползаться spread [spred] простираться stale [sterll а черствый stammer
['sttemal v заикаться, запинаться stand (stood, stood) [stcnd] выдержать stare
[stea] уставиться, пристально смотреть statement ['stertmant] п заявление
stealthy stelOl] а тайный, скрытный sting [stlI)] п колкость; жало store [sto:l
п пакгауз, амбар strain [strem] п напряжение stray [strer] струиться stream
[stri:ml п ручей string [stnr)l п веревка, бечевка striped [strarpt] а полосатый stroke
[straokl п удар stroke [straokl v гладить, ласкать stumble ['st,xmbll
спотыкаться, запинаться suffer ['SAfa] страдать suicide ['sujsard] п
самоубийство suit [su:t] подходить, соответствовать suite [swi:t] п номер
«люкс» supernatural  а сверхъестественный supervise ['su:pavarz] u надзирать, наблюдать
supply [sa'plal] снабжать, обеспечивать surface sxfls] п поверхность suspect
[sa'spekt] v подозревать swallow ['swolaol глотать swear (swore, sworn) [swea]
клясться; выругаться sweep (swept, swept) [swi:pl v мести sweetheart  п милая, дорогая (в обращении) swift
[swrft] а быстрый
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swing door [' swrndo:] п вращающаяся
дверь swollen ['swaolan] а опухший swordplay ['s:y.dplerl п пикировка,
состязание в остроумии sympathy ['srmpaOI] п сочувствие
т
tangerine  п мандарин tear (tore, torn) [tea] v
рвать tease [ti:z] поддразнивать; выспрашивать temper [Тетра] п настроение lose
one's temper выйти из себя tender ['tenda] а нежный thread [()red] п нить
thrill [Оп]] п нервное возбуждение, трепет tighten ['tartan] сжимать(ся)
tightly ['ta1t11] adv крепко
tiny ['tamr] а крошечный tiptoe ['tlptau] ходить на
цыпочках tongue ДАО] п язык torture ['to:tfa] мучить trace [treIS] п след trail
[trerl] тащиться, плестись tranquility [trcrj'kMlatl] п спокойствие trap [trcp]
поймать в ловушку tremble ['trembl] дрожать tremendously [tn'mendasll] adv
очень, чрезвычайно trespass ['trespas] нарушить чужое право владения,• посягать
trial ['traral] п судебное разбирательство, суд trunk п большой чемодан trust
[trnst] 1) доверять twist [twst] крутить(ся), извиваться
unconsciously [Rn'kpnJas11] adv подсознательно,
неосознанно ипсогК [лп'Кз:К] v откупорить
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unfair
[An'fea] а несправедливый unfold [An'faold] разворачивать ungracious [АП ' grerfas] а
нелюбезный, грубый ungrateful [лп' gre1tfll а неблагодарный upset [AP'set]
опрокинуть urgent 3:d3ant] а срочный uterus ['ju:taras] п матка utter ма]
издавать звук, произносить
vain [vem] а тщетный in vain тщетно,
напрасно valley ['V&11] п долина valuable ['vteljuabll а ценный vast
[va:st] а огромный velvet ['yelvrt] п бархат verdict ['u:dIkt] п приговор verify ['venfaI] проверять, подтверждать
vice [vars] п тиски victim ['vrktrm] п жертва vile [varl] а низкий, подлый
wag [wzeg] 1) вилять (хвостом) waist [weISt] п талия
wander ['wonda] идти, брести, бродить warn [wo:n] предупреждать washbasin
['W3J, Ьењп] п раковина, умывальник wasteful ['welstful] а расточительный
waste-paper basket мусорная корзина wet [wet] а влажный wheel [wi:l] п колесо
whistle ['wrsl] v свистеть widow ['wrdao] п вдова
237

wig [Wigl n riapHK wind-screen
  ['wmdskri:nl n Be•rp0Boe cereRJIO

Contents

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Chapter witness ['wrtnas]
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I wonder HHTepecH0      Chapter      . 42 worth [wg:9] a
CTÓmuHÜ      Chapter 52 be worth CTOHTb, 3aCJIÞKHBaTb   Chapter      61
wrap [ræpl V 06ePTb1BaTb, aaBopatIHBaTb', OKYTbIBaTb     Chapter 8   . 69
wrinkle [ ' ril)kl] n MOPIIVIHa Chapter 9   . 78 Chapter         . 86
                                                                                Chapter 94
. 104
                                                                                Chapter
13 . . . . .                                                                                112
                                                                                Chapter 121
                                                                                Chapter
15. .. .                                                                                131
Chapter 16.. . 140 . 151
160
Chapter 19. . . . . . 169 Chapter 20 176
Chapter 21 185 Chapter 22... 193 Chapter 23... 203 Chapter . 211

Questions and Tasks for the Final Discussion
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Vocabulary . . . .. . . .. . . ... 219
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