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Wilkie Collins（威尔基·科林斯） 著

图书标签:

• Victorian Literature
• Mystery
• Thriller
• Gothic Fiction
• Suspense
• Classic Literature
• English Literature
• Wilkie Collins
• 19th Century
• Fiction

出版社： Random House

ISBN：9780553212631

版次：1

商品编码：19017063

包装：平装

丛书名： Bantam Classic

出版时间：1985-04-01

页数：800

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：17.53x10.67x2.54cm;0.27kg

内容简介

"There, in the middle of the broad, bright high-road—there, as if it had that moment sprung out of the earth or dropped from the heaven—stood the figure of a solitary Woman, dressed from head to foot in white garments."

Thus young Walter Hartright first meets the mysterious woman in white in what soon became one of the most popular novels of the nineteenth century. Secrets, mistaken identities, surprise revelations, amnesia, locked rooms and locked asylums, and an unorthodox villain made this mystery thriller an instant success when it first appeared in 1860, and it has continued to enthrall readers ever since. From the hero's foreboding before his arrival at Limmeridge House to the nefarious plot concerning the beautiful Laura, the breathtaking tension of Collins's narrative created a new literary genre of suspense fiction, which profoundly shaped the course of English popular writing.

Collins's other great mystery, The Moonstone, has been called the finest detective story ever written, but it was this work that so gripped the imagination of the world that Wilkie Collins had his own tombstone inscribed: "Author of The Woman in White."

作者简介

William Wilkie Collins was born in London in 1824, the eldest son of a successful painter, William Collins. He studied law and was admitted to the bar but never practiced his nominal profession, devoting his time to writing instead. His first published book was a biography of his father, his second a florid historical romance. The first hint of his later talents came with Basil (1852), a vivid tale of seduction, treachery, and revenge.

In 1851 Collins had met Charles Dickens, who would become his close friend and mentor. Collins was soon writing unsigned articles and stories for Dickens's magazine, Household Words, and his novels were serialized in its pages. Collins brought out the boyish, adventurous side of Dickens's character; the two novelists traveled to Italy, Switzerland, and France together, and their travels produced such lighthearted collaborations as "The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices." They also shared a passion for the theater, and Collins's melodramas, notably "The Frozen Deep," were presented by Dickens's private company, with Dickens and Collins in leading roles.

Collins's first mystery novel was Hide and Seek (1853). His first popular success was The Woman in White (1860), followed by No Name (1862), Armadale (1866), and The Moonstone (1868), whose Sergeant Cuff became a prototype of the detective hero in English fiction. Collins's concentration on the seamier side of life did not endear him to the critics of his day, but he was among the most popular of Victorian novelists. His meticulously plotted, often violent novels are now recognized as the direct ancestors of the modern mystery novel and thriller.

Collins's private life was an open secret among his friends. He had two mistresses, one of whom bore him three children. His later years were marred by a long and painful eye disease. His novels, increasingly didactic, declined greatly in quality, but he continued to write by dictating to a secretary until 1886. He died in 1889.

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Chapter One

The Narrative of Walter Hartright, of Clemant's Inn, London

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 my own chambers in town.

The evening, I remember, was still and cloudy; the London air was at its heaviest; the distant hum of the street-traffic was at its faintest; the small pulse of the life within me and the great heart of the city around me seemed to be sinking in unison, languidly and more languidly, with the sinking sun. I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading, and left my chambers to meet the cool night air in the suburbs. It was one of the two evenings in every week which I was accustomed to spend with my mother and my sister. So I turned my steps northward, in the direction of Hampstead.

Events which I have yet to relate, make it necessary to mention in this place that my father had been dead some years at the period of which I am now writing; and that my sister Sarah, and I, were the sole survivors of a family of five children. My father was a drawing-master before me. His exertions had made him highly successful in his profession; and his affectionate anxiety to provide for the future of those who were dependent on his labours, had impelled him, from the time of his marriage, to devote to the insuring of his life a much larger portion of his income than most men consider it necessary to set aside for that purpose. Thanks to his admirable prudence and self-denial, my mother and sister were left, after his death, as independent of the world as they had been during his lifetime. I succeeded to his connexion, and had every reason to feel grateful for the prospect that awaited me at my starting in life.

The quiet twilight was still trembling on the topmost ridges of the heath; and the view of London below me had sunk into a black gulf in the shadow of the cloudy night, when I stood before the gate of my mother's cottage. I had hardly rung the bell, before the house-door was opened violently; my worthy Italian friend, Professor Pesca, appeared in the servant's place; and darted out joyously to receive me, with a shrill foreign parody on an English cheer.

On his own account, and, I must be allowed to add, on mine also, the Professor merits the honour of a formal introduction. Accident has made him the starting-point of the strange family story which it is the purpose of these pages to unfold.

I had first become acquainted with my Italian friend by meeting him at certain great houses, where he taught his own language and I taught drawing. All I then knew of the history of his life was, that he had once held a situation in the University of Padua; that he had left Italy for political reasons (the nature of which he uniformly declined to mention to anyone); and that he had been for many years respectably established in London as a teacher of languages.

Without being actually a dwarf-for he was perfectly well-proportioned from head to foot-Pesca was, I think, the smallest human being I ever saw, out of a show-room. Remarkable anywhere, by his personal appearance, he was still further distinguished among the rank and file of mankind, by the harmless eccentricity of his character. The ruling idea of his life appeared to be, that he was bound to show his gratitude to the country which had afforded him an asylum and a means of subsistence, by doing his utmost to turn himself into an Englishman. Not content with paying the nation in general the compliment of invariably carrying an umbrella, and invariably wearing gaiters and a white hat, the Professor further aspired to become an Englishman in his habits and amusements, as well as in his personal appearance. Finding us distinguished, as a nation, by our love of athletic exercises, the little man, in the innocence of his heart, devoted himself impromptu to all our English sports and pastimes, whenever he had the opportunity of joining them; firmly persuaded that he could adopt our national amusements of the field, by an effort of will, precisely as he had adopted our national gaiters and our national white hat.

I had seen him risk his limbs at a fox-hunt and in a cricket-field; and, soon afterwards, I saw him risk his life, just as blindly, in the sea at Brighton. We had met there accidentally, and were bathing together. If we had been engaged in any exercise peculiar to my own nation, I should, of course, have looked after Pesca carefully; but, as foreigners are generally quite as well able to take care of themselves in the water as Englishmen, it never occurred to me that the art of swimming might merely add one more to the list of manly exercises which the Professor believed that he could learn impromptu. Soon after we had both struck out from shore, I stopped, finding my friend did not gain on me, and turned round to look for him. To my horror and amazement, I saw nothing between me and the beach but two little white arms, which struggled for an instant above the surface of the water, and then disappeared from view. When I dived for him, the poor little man was lying quietly coiled up at the bottom, in a hollow of shingle, looking by many degrees smaller than I had ever seen him look before. During the few minutes that elapsed while I was taking him in, the air revived him, and he ascended the steps of the machine with my assistance. With the partial recovery of his animation came the return of his wonderful delusion on the subject of swimming. As soon as his chattering teeth would let him speak, he smiled vacantly, and said he thought it must have been the Cramp.

When he had thoroughly recovered himself and had joined me on the beach, his warm Southern nature broke through all artificial English restraints, in a moment. He overwhelmed me with the wildest expressions of affection-exclaimed passionately, in his exaggerated Italian way, that he would hold his life, henceforth, at my disposal-and declared that he should never be happy again, until he had found an opportunity of proving his gratitude by rendering me some service which I might remember, on my side, to the end of my days. I did my best to stop the torrent of his tears and protestations, by persisting in treating the whole adventure as a good subject for a joke; and succeeded at last, as I imagined, in lessening Pesca's overwhelming sense of obligation to me. Little did I think then-little did I think afterwards when our pleasant Brighton holiday had drawn to an end-that the opportunity of serving me for which my grateful companion so ardently longed, was soon to come; that he was eagerly to seize it on the instant; and that, by so doing, he was to turn the whole current of my existence into a new channel, and to alter me to myself almost past recognition.

Yet, so it was. If I had not dived for Professor Pesca, when he lay under water on his shingle bed, I should, in all human probability, never have been connected with the story which these pages will relate-I should never, perhaps, have heard even the name of the woman, who has lived in all my thoughts, who has possessed herself of all my energies, who has become the one guiding influence that now directs the purpose of my life.

《失踪的继承人与古老的庄园：一座隐藏着黑暗秘密的迷雾笼罩之地》 第一部分：迷雾初现 清晨的薄雾如同鬼魅的纱幔，轻轻笼罩着德文郡那座被遗忘已久的科莫利庄园。这片土地，在当地人口中一直带着一种令人不安的传说色彩，仿佛阳光都吝于触及它的每一寸土地。故事的开端，聚焦于一位年轻的家庭教师，名叫艾米莉亚·费舍尔。她怀揣着对知识的渴望和对新生活的憧憬，满怀信心地接受了在科莫利庄园担任两位年幼的侄女的家庭教师一职。 然而，踏入那扇沉重的橡木大门的那一刻，艾米莉亚便感觉自己仿佛步入了一个精心布置的迷宫。庄园的男主人，一位名叫费德里克·哈特利的老绅士，显得过于沉静，他的眼神深处似乎藏着无尽的哀伤与警惕。他身边围绕着一位神秘的、总是沉默不语的管家，以及一些举止怪异的仆人，他们似乎都在用一种无声的语言交流着某种不为人知的秘密。 更令人不安的是，庄园中似乎还生活着另一个“人”。艾米莉亚在夜晚的走廊上，在花园的幽暗角落，一次又一次地捕捉到一丝转瞬即逝的身影——一个穿着不合时宜的白色衣裙的女性。这个身影如同一个幽灵，无声无息，却又真实得令人心悸。她似乎总是在警告，又似乎在哀求，但每当艾米莉亚试图靠近或询问时，她便如同雾气般消散在空气中。 第二部分：隐藏的契约与家族的阴影 随着艾米莉亚对这个家庭的了解加深，她发现哈特利先生的家族历史充满了矛盾与压抑。表面上，庄园维持着维多利亚时代贵族的体面与秩序，但在这层华丽的外壳下，涌动着一股腐朽的暗流。哈特利先生的兄弟，一个被家族描述为“英年早逝”的继承人，他的死亡一直是家族讳莫如深的禁忌。 艾米莉亚的好奇心，被她与一位来自伦敦的年轻律师——亚瑟·林登的偶然相遇所点燃。亚瑟正在处理一桩复杂的遗产继承案件，而这件案子，似乎与科莫利庄园的现状有着千丝万缕的联系。亚瑟的正直和对真相的执着，与庄园中弥漫的谎言形成了鲜明的对比。他们开始秘密地合作，试图揭开笼罩在哈特利家族上空的迷雾。 调查指向了一份早年订立的、极为苛刻的婚约，这份婚约牵扯到庄园的未来和两位侄女的监护权。艾米莉亚很快意识到，那个穿着白衣的女人，绝非普通的鬼魂，她的出现，与哈特利兄弟的命运紧密相连，更与庄园中一个长期被压抑的、关于身份和财产的阴谋息息相关。 第三部分：身份的颠覆与险象环生的追逐 随着线索的拼凑，一个惊人的真相浮出水面：哈特利先生的兄弟并非真的死了，他只是被设计，被囚禁，甚至被某种形式地“抹去”了身份。那个在庄园中游荡的白衣身影，是唯一知晓真相的活证人，她象征着被盗窃的合法继承权和被践踏的爱情。 艾米莉亚发现自己正处于极大的危险之中。她的一举一动都在庄园主人的监视之下。哈特利先生并非一个哀伤的绅士，而是一个冷酷的、为了维护其既得利益不惜一切代价的操控者。他与那位沉默的管家，共同编织了一张巨大的谎言之网，企图将所有知情者永远埋葬在科莫利庄园的地下。 故事的高潮爆发在一场暴风雨的夜晚。艾米莉亚和亚瑟必须与时间赛跑，找到关键的证据——一份被藏匿的遗嘱或信件，以证明真正的继承人仍然活着。他们穿梭于阴森的图书馆、尘封的密室，躲避着受雇于哈特利先生的爪牙。每一次呼吸都充满了紧张感，每一次推开一扇门都可能意味着暴露。 白衣女人的出现变得更加频繁，她不再是模糊的幻影，而是在关键时刻提供指引的信使。她带领艾米莉亚到达了一个隐藏的房间，那里存放着决定一切命运的真相。当艾米莉亚终于解开这层层叠叠的欺骗，将证据公之于众时，科莫利庄园表面的宁静瞬间崩塌。 第四部分：正义的黎明与未来的展望 最终，在亚瑟律师的法律介入下，隐藏的真相得以揭露，身份被篡夺的人重见天日，而哈特利先生的阴谋也彻底破产。艾米莉亚，这位原本只是寻求稳定生活的年轻女性，却意外地成为了揭示家族黑暗史诗的关键人物。她不仅保护了无辜的侄女们，也为被压抑的良知争取到了胜利。 故事的尾声，笼罩在科莫利庄园上空的迷雾终于散去，阳光第一次真正照亮了那些饱经风霜的石墙。艾米莉亚与亚瑟，经历了这场惊心动魄的斗争，他们的关系也从合作走向了更深层次的联结。虽然庄园的修复和家族的重建将是一个漫长的过程，但至少，真相已然大白，正义的曙光终于照耀在这片曾经被黑暗统治的土地之上。这部作品，是对人性中贪婪与坚韧的深刻探讨，也是对在重重压迫下，个体如何凭借勇气与智慧，重塑命运的赞歌。

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《白衣女人》不仅仅是一部悬疑小说，更是一部关于成长和救赎的动人故事。看着沃尔特如何从一个涉世未深的年轻人，一步步成长为能够承担起重任的男人，我的内心也充满了力量。书中描写的各种险境和挑战，让他不得不直面人性的黑暗面，但也因此让他更加坚定了内心的信念。而且，书中对女性的刻画也十分立体，她们不再是单纯的受害者，而是拥有智慧和勇气，能够为自己的命运抗争。这部作品传递出的积极向上的精神，让我读完后久久不能平静，觉得受益匪浅。

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我之前很少接触过古典推理小说，但《白衣女人》彻底改变了我对这个类型的看法。它不仅仅是一个简单的“谁是凶手”的故事，更是一次对人性复杂性的深刻探讨。作者通过多角度的叙事，将不同人物的内心世界展现得淋漓尽致。我们看到了贪婪、嫉妒、欺骗，但也看到了忠诚、爱情和牺牲。这种丰富的人物情感和心理刻画，让这部作品充满了艺术价值。我尤其喜欢书中对社会阶层、婚姻制度以及女性地位的描写，这些都深刻地反映了那个时代的社会现实，读起来非常有代入感。

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这本《白衣女人》真是让人欲罢不能！从拿到这本书开始，我就被它那股浓厚的维多利亚时代神秘气息深深吸引。威尔基·柯林斯真是个讲故事的大师，他巧妙地编织了一个复杂而扣人心弦的故事，让我完全沉浸其中。书中的人物塑造更是让我赞叹不已，每一个角色都栩栩如生，仿佛就活在我的眼前。尤其是那个神秘的“白衣女人”，她的出现给整个故事增添了一层迷雾，让我迫不及待地想知道她的真实身份和目的。而男主角沃尔特·哈特赖特，一个正直善良的年轻人，他的视角带领我们一步步揭开层层谜团，他的勇敢和坚持也让我深受感动。

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说实话，一开始我以为这会是一本读起来比较枯燥的旧书，但事实证明我完全错了！《白衣女人》的节奏把握得非常好，虽然有些地方细节描写得非常详尽，但整体推进的悬念感却从未减弱。柯林斯非常善于利用环境描写来烘托气氛，阴森的庄园、昏暗的街道，这些场景都为故事增添了一抹诡异的色彩。每当我觉得自己已经猜到了一些真相时，作者总能抛出新的线索，让我措手不及，只能继续往下读，渴望知道结局。这种“猜不到但又合情合理”的写作手法，真是让人佩服得五体投地。

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我特别欣赏《白衣女人》在情节设计上的精妙之处。它就像一张层层叠叠的网，把所有的人物和事件都巧妙地联系在一起。书中埋藏了许多伏笔，需要读者仔细留意才能发现，而这些伏笔往往会在后续的章节中发挥至关重要的作用。这种“抽丝剥茧”的阅读体验，让我感觉自己也像是在参与一场破案的过程。而且，作者在处理一些关键情节时，总是能出人意料，既不会显得突兀，又能让故事更加引人入胜。读完之后，我脑海里还会不断回味那些巧妙的转折，不得不惊叹作者的构思之巧妙。

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经典小说，趁着搞活动囤货，很划算。

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很好

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棒棒哒！送货也快 书的质量也好！活动很给力?

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[ZZ]写的的书都写得很好，[sm]还是朋友推荐我看的，后来就非非常喜欢，他的书了。除了他的书，我和我家小孩还喜欢看郑渊洁、杨红樱、黄晓阳、小桥老树、王永杰、杨其铎、晓玲叮当、方洲，他们的书我觉得都写得很好。[SM]，很值得看，价格也非常便宜，比实体店买便宜好多还省车费。 书的内容直得一读[BJTJ]，阅读了一下，写得很好，[NRJJ]，内容也很丰富。[QY]，一本书多读几次，[SZ]。 快递送货也很快。还送货上楼。非常好。 [SM]，超值。买书就来来京东商城。价格还比别家便宜，还免邮费不错，速度还真是快而且都是正版书。[BJTJ]，买回来觉得还是非常值的。我喜欢看书，喜欢看各种各样的书，看的很杂，文学名著，流行小说都看，只要作者的文笔不是太差，总能让我从头到脚看完整本书。只不过很多时候是当成故事来看，看完了感叹一番也就丢下了。所在来这里买书是非常明智的。然而，目前社会上还有许多人被一些价值不大的东西所束缚，却自得其乐，还觉得很满足。经过几百年的探索和发展，人们对物质需求已不再迫切，但对于精神自由的需求却无端被抹杀了。总之，我认为现代人最缺乏的就是一种开阔进取，寻找最大自由的精神。 中国人讲“虚实相生，天人合一”的思想，“于空寂处见流行，于流行处见空寂”，从而获得对于“道”的体悟，“唯道集虚”。这在传统的艺术中得到了充分的体现，因此中国古代的绘画，提倡“留白”、“布白”，用空白来表现丰富多彩的想象空间和广博深广的人生意味，体现了包纳万物、吞吐一切的胸襟和情怀。让我得到了一种生活情趣和审美方式，伴着笔墨的清香，细细体味，那自由孤寂的灵魂，高尚清真的人格魅力，在寻求美的道路上指引着我，让我抛弃浮躁的世俗，向美学丛林的深处迈进。合上书，闭上眼，书的余香犹存，而我脑海里浮现的，是一个“皎皎明月，仙仙白云，鸿雁高翔，缀叶如雨”的冲淡清幽境界。愿我们身边多一些主教般光明的使者，有更多人能加入到助人为乐、见义勇为的队伍中来。社会需要这样的人，世界需要这样的人，只有这样我们才能创造我们的生活，[NRJJ]希望下次还呢继续购买这里的书籍，这里的书籍很好，非常的不错，。给我带来了不错的现实享受。希望下次还呢继续购买这里的书籍，这里的书籍很好，非常的不错，。给我带来了不错的现实享受。

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③我们的教师为了控制课堂，总担心秩序失控而严格纪律，导致紧张有余而轻松不足。轻松的氛围，使学生没有思想顾忌，没有思想负担，提问可以自由发言，讨论可以畅所欲言，回答不用担心受怕，辩论不用针锋相对。同学们的任何猜想、幻想、设想都受到尊重、都尽可能让他们自己做解释，在聆听中交流想法、

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②民主平等是指在学术面前人人平等，在知识面前人人平等。不因家庭背景、地区差异而歧视，不因成绩落后、学习困难遭冷落。民主的核心是遵照大多数人的意志而行事，教学民主的核心就是发展、提高多数人。可是总有人把眼睛盯在几个尖子学生身上，有意无意地忽视多数学生的存在。“抓两头带中间”就是典型的做法。但结果往往是抓“两头”变成抓“一头”，“带中间”变成“丢中间”。教学民主最好的体现是以能者为师，教学相长。信息时代的特征，能者未必一定是教师，未必一定是“好”学生。在特定领域，特定环节上，有兴趣占有知识高地的学生可以为同学“师”，甚至为教师“师”。在教学中发现不足，补充知识、改善教法、

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很不错，是一本好书，推荐！

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送货一如既往地快！书还没来得及看完。慢慢品味。

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书不错，价钱也不贵，可是这批书似乎都有瑕疵，侧面裁剪不齐，里面也有些页不平。