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THK WOMAN IN WHITE'
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THE WEDDING
fallen into disuse, and, with the marshes and stumps of timber around it, a lonely, forbidding place. However, Marian was looking forward to the arrival of its owner and his bride, and was too busy to notice her cheerless surroundings.
On a certain gray day of spring, with its mist shadowing the house, the couple arrived, and, with them, visitors. Sir Percival looked much the same after his travels, but Laura had grown thin and pallid. In contrast, their guest, Count Fosco, was one of the heaviest, most foppishly dressed men Marian had ever seen. He was past middle age, fluent, polite, and wonderfully light on his feet. His wife, a distant relative of Laura's, was morose, bony, and the slave of her husband's slightest wish.
It took but a short time for Marian to see that her sister was not happy, that her husband abused her, and that the count, with delicate tact, took her part. Also that Laura, with a woman's intuition, had taken a most decided aversion to the stout nobleman with the silent tread.
There were conversations going on late into the night in Sir Percival's library, in which the count appeared to be always the leader, and from which, in the morning, he appeared at the breakfast table more rosy and urbane, if possible, than formerly.
If Marian, with her ceaseless resolution and vigilance, had not been stricken with a serious fever, the complicated events which followed so swiftly might never have happened.
The woman in white, bearing such a remarkable resemblance to Laura Fairlie, that Walter Hartridge had encountered on the road to London, was an escaped patient from a private madhouse, where she had been placed by Sir Percival Glyde. A rumor had come to him that she was now in the neighborhood of Blackwater Park, and in a dying condition. Of her, and of his impending financial crash, the baronet had told his visitor in their private talks.
Count Fosco knew that the Englishman was as great a villain as himself, without the saving graces of song
THE ABDUCTION