Grandcourt

“After that long while, there was a tap at the door and Grandcourt entered, dressed for dinner. The sight of him brought a new nervous shock and Gwendolen screamed again and again with hysterical violence. He had expected to see her dressed and smiling, ready to be led down. He saw her pallid, shrieking as it seemed with terror, the jewels scattered her on the floor. Was it a fit of madness?

In some form or other the Furies had crossed his threshold.”

Great stuff from George Eliot

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