When the leaves rustle, they sound very much like the stealthy movement of a woman in evening dress, and when they shiver suddenly, and fall, and scatter away along the ground, they might be the patter of a womanโs hurrying footsteps, and the mark in the gravel the imprint of a high-heeled shoe.
Daphne du MaurierI have no talent for making new friends, but oh such genius for fidelity to old ones.
Daphne du MaurierHe had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the idea came to me that perhaps he was not normal, not altogether sane. There were people who had trances, I had surely heard of them, and they followed strange laws of which we could know nothing, they obeyed the tangled orders of their own sub-conscious minds. Perhaps he was one of them, and here we were within six feet of death.
Daphne du Maurier