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“The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared. Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise. The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.”

Quote by Wilkie Collins

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Delphi Complete Works of Wilkie Collins (Illustrated)

The Delphi Complete Works of Wilkie Collins (Illustrated) is a curated selection of the author's literary output, showcasing his influential contributions to the genres of mystery, romance, and sensation fiction. The collection features classic works such as "The Woman in White" and "The Moonstone", along with lesser-known stories and novellas. Each piece is accompanied by illustrations that enhance the reading experience. more

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Wilkie Collins
Wilkie Collins

Wilkie Collins, born on January 8, 1824, and died on September 23, 1889, was a renowned British novelist. He is best known for his suspense and detective novels, being one of the pioneers of this literary genre. His works, such as 'The Woman in White' and 'The Moonstone', are particularly famous. more

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