Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done; Look onto again I dare not.
Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'it's the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking with.
] Whence is that knocking? How isn't with me, when every noise appall me? What hands are here!Ha! They pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas marinade, Making the green one red. 11 15 20 25 Extract from Rebecca (Chapter 20) ... They'll be happy, won't they, all these smug locals, all your blasted tenants? 'It's what we've always hoped for, Mrs.
De Winter,' they will say. I'll be the perfect mother, Max, like Vie 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 smiling still. I fired at her heart.
The bullet passed right through. She did not fall at once. She stood there, looking at me, that slow smile on her face, her eyes wide open ' Maxim's voice had sunk low, so low that it was like a whisper. The hand that I held between my own was cold.
I did not look at him. I watched Jasper's sleeping body on the carpet beside me, the little thump of his tail, now and then, upon the floor. 'I'd forgotten,' said Maxim, and his voice was slow now, tired, without expression, that when you shot a person there was so much blood. There was a hole there on the carpet beneath Jasper's tail. The burnt hole from a cigarette.
I wondered how long it had been there. Some people said ash was good for the carpets. 'l had to get water from the cove,' said Maxim. 'I had to keep going backwards and forwards to the cove for water. Even by the fireplace, where she had not been, there was a stain. It was all round where she lay on the floor.
It began to blow too. There was no catch on the window. The window kept banging backwards and forwards, while I knelt there on the floor with that dishcloth, and the bucket beside me. 4 8 12 16 Compare the attitudes to murder in the two extracts
