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Wilkie Collins

The Woman in White

The Woman in White tells the story of Walter Hartright, a young and impoverished drawing teacher who falls in love with his aristocratic pupil, Laura Fairlie. He cannot hope to marry her, however, and she is married off against her will to a baronet, Sir Percival Glyde, who is seeking her fortune. The terms of her marriage settlement prevent Glyde accessing her money while she lives, so together with his deceptively charming and cunning friend, Count Fosco, they hatch an unscrupulous deception to do so nonetheless. In an early 19th Century version of “identity theft,” they contrive to fake Laura’s death and confine her to a mental asylum. Their plot is eventually uncovered and exposed by Hartright with the help of Laura’s resourceful half-sister, Marian Halcombe.
The Woman in White was the most popular of Wilkie Collins’ novels in the genre then known as “sensation fiction.” It has never been out of print and is frequently included in lists of the best novels of all time. Published initially in serial form in 1859–60, it achieved an early and remarkable following, probably because of the strength of its characters, in particular the smooth and charming but utterly wicked villain Count Fosco, and the intelligent and steadfast Marian Halcombe opposed to him.
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  • Chandana Sahucompartió su opiniónhace 4 años
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    🎯Justo en el blanco

    I love the character of Marian Halcombe - her boldness and sharp intelligibility

  • Oralcompartió su opiniónhace 4 años

    Always refreshing

  • croubysnoogcompartió su opiniónhace 5 años
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    Great depiction of the victotian society and its obsessions

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  • b1219793562compartió una citahace 2 años
    The natural impulse

    Естественное побуждение

  • b1219793562compartió una citahace 2 años
    to say the least of it.

    если не сказать больше об этом.

  • ClydeBunnycompartió una citael mes pasado
    However, there I was, reclining, with my art-treasures about me, and wanting a quiet morning. Because I wanted a quiet morning, of course Louis came in. It was perfectly natural that I should inquire what the deuce he meant by making his appearance when I had not rung my bell. I seldom swear—it is such an ungentlemanlike habit—but when Louis answered by a grin, I think it was also perfectly natural that I should damn him for grinning. At any rate, I did.

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