An intervention into the novel "Rebecca" by Daphne du Maurier.

As she stood there, I began to speak, just letting it all slip out. Not a single detail did I miss. The day had dawned, clear as always and I crept out of her cottage. I was not meant to though, she, she was the one who threatened the asylum. That day she did not come, the last time she had come was two days ago. I did not dare to take anything from the cottage, or leave any dirty stains, for she, she . . . those eyes.
That morning was sparkling, the sea was clear and you could just see a few distant clouds. I can still remember the day of our meeting; it was exactly like the day she, the…