A SENTENCE BY WILKIE COLLINS
October 16, 2010
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 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.
This fine sentence greets us early on in ‘The Woman in White’, a quality tale written when Victoria reigned and semicolons unashamedly roamed the streets in vast numbers.
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