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THE WOMAN IN WHITE
By
WILKIE COLLINS
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About Wilkie Collins:
William Wilkie Collins (January 8, 1824—September 23, 1889) was an English novelist, playwright, and short story writer. His best-known works are The Woman in White (1859), No Name (1862), Armadale (1866), and The Moonstone (1868). The last is considered the first modern English detective novel.
Born into the family of painter William Collins in London, he lived with his family in Italy and France as a child and learned French and Italian. He worked as a clerk for a tea merchant. After his first novel, Antonina, was published in 1850, he met Charles Dickens, who became a close friend, mentor, and collaborator. Some of Collins's works were first published in Dickens's journals All the Year Round and Household Words, and the two collaborated on drama and fiction.
Collins published his best-known works in the 1860s and achieved financial stability and an international reputation. During that time he began suffering from gout; after taking opium for the pain, he developed an addiction. During the 1870s and 1880s the quality of his writing declined, along with his health.
Collins was critical of the institution of marriage and never married. He split his time between Caroline Graves, except for a two-year separation, and his common-law wife, Martha Rudd, with whom he had three children.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
THE STORY BEGUN BY WALTER HARTRIGHT
THE STORY CONTINUED BY VINCENT GILMORE
THE STORY CONTINUED BY MARIAN HALCOMBE
THE STORY CONTINUED BY MARIAN HALCOMBE
THE STORY CONTINUED BY FREDERICK FAIRLIE, ESQ.
THE STORY CONTINUED BY ELIZA MICHELSON
THE STORY CONTINUED IN SEVERAL NARRATIVES
1. THE NARRATIVE OF HESTER PINHORN
2. THE NARRATIVE OF THE DOCTOR
3. THE NARRATIVE OF JANE GOULD
4. THE NARRATIVE OF THE TOMBSTONE
5. THE NARRATIVE OF WALTER HARTRIGHT
THE STORY CONTINUED BY WALTER HARTRIGHT
THE STORY CONTINUED BY MRS. CATHERICK
THE STORY CONTINUED BY WALTER HARTRIGHT
THE STORY CONTINUED BY ISIDOR, OTTAVIO, BALDASSARE FOSCO
THE STORY CONCLUDED BY WALTER HARTRIGHT
First Epoch
THE STORY BEGUN BY WALTER HARTRIGHT
(of Clement's Inn, Teacher of Drawing)
This is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.
If the machinery of the Law could be depended on to fathom every case of suspicion, and to conduct every process of inquiry, with moderate assistance only from the lubricating influences of oil of gold, the events which fill these pages might have claimed their share of the public attention in a Court of Justice.
But the Law is still, in certain inevitable cases, the pre-engaged servant of the long purse; and the story is left to be told, for the first time, in this place. As the Judge might once have heard it, so the Reader shall hear it now. No circumstance of importance, from the beginning to the end of the disclosure, shall be related on hearsay evidence. When the writer of these introductory lines (Walter Hartright by name) happens to be more closely connected than others with the incidents to be recorded, he will describe them in his own person. When his experience fails, he will retire from the position of narrator; and his task will be continued, from the point at which he has left it off, by other persons who can speak to the circumstances under notice from their own knowledge, just as clearly and positively as he has spoken before them.
Thus, the story here presented will be told by more than one pen, as the story of an offence against the laws is told in Court by more than one witness—with the same object, in both cases, to present the truth always in its most direct and most intelligible aspect; and to trace the course of one complete series of events, by making the persons who have been most closely connected with them, at each successive stage, relate their own experience, word for word.
Let Walter Hartright, teacher of drawing, aged twenty-eight years, be heard first.
II
It was the last day of July. The long hot summer was drawing to a close; and we, the weary pilgrims of the London pavement, were beginning to think of the cloud-shadows on the corn-fields, and the autumn breezes on the sea-shore.
For my own poor part, the fading summer left me out of health, out of spirits, and, if the truth must be told, out of money as well. During the past year I had not managed my professional resources as carefully as usual; and my extravagance now limited me to the prospect of spending the autumn economically between my mother's cottage at Hampstead and