The Woman in White, by Wilkie Collins
- Portrait of Wilkie Collins
- She was standing near a rustic table
- She waited a moment, turned her face full on me, and reaching across the table, laid her
hand firmly on my arm.
- My head drooped over it, my tears fell on it, my lips pressed it
- He walked to the fireplace and warmed himself
- and pinned it carefully, in the form of a circle
- Count Fosco and the dog
- “Sign there”
- ‘Not now,’ she said, ‘we are not alone — we are watched’
- he took my hand and put it to his poisonous lips
- The strangeness and peril of my situation
- Laura, Lady Glyde, was standing by the inscription, and was looking at me over the
grave.
- Laura, Lady Glyde, was standing by the inscription, and was looking at me over the
grave.
- He looked me attentively in the face with more appearance of interest than he had shown
yet.
- Which year did you say, sir?
- “My poor little man!” he said.