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This Victorian "sensation" novel by Mary Elizabeth Braddon has an introduction by P.D. Edwards evaluating the novel's leading place among "bigamy-novels" and Braddon's treatment of the power struggle between the sexes. Edwards also considers the similarities between the author and her heroine. With "Lady Audley's Secret", Mary Elizabeth Braddon had established herself, alongside Wilkie Collins and Mrs Henry Wood, as one of the ruling triumvirate of "sensation novelists". "Aurora Floyd", following hot on its heels, achieved almost equal popularity and notoriety.

A llRIKO AN ACTUKSS. Faint stroaks of crimson gliinmor licre and tliei damid tlic, ricli darkni ss of the Kentish woods. A utiinin sred finivor has been lij2;htly laid upon the foliajze s])arint ;ly, as tlie artist pnts the lirijrliter tints into his picture; but the grandeur of an A u;;nst sunset blazes upon the peaceful landscape, and lip;hts all into jrlorv. The cncirclinj; woo ls and wide lawn-like meadows, the still ponds of limpid -water, the trim hedges, and the smooth winding roads; undulating hill-tops, melting into the purple distance; laboring-men scottages, gleaming white from the surrounding foliage; solitary roadside inns with brown thatched roofs and moss-grown stacks of lop-sided chimneys; jiobie mansions hiding behind ancestral oaks; tiny Gothic edifices; Swiss and rustic lodges; pillared gates surmounted by escutcheons hewn in stone, and festooned with green wreaths of clustering ivy; viihige churches and ])rim school-houses every object in the fairE nglish ])rospect is steeped in a luminous haze, as the fwiliirht shadoA vs ste i.l slowly upward from tlie dim recesses of shady avoo 1- land and winding lane, and evtry outline of the landscape rlarkens against the deepening crimson of the sky. Upon the iiroad f(i ;-a(I eof a mighty redbrick mansion, built in the favorite style of the early (J eorgian era, the sinking sun lingers long, making gorgeous illumination. The long rows of narrow windows are all aflame witli the red light, and an honest homewardtramping villager pauses once or twice in the roadway to glance across the smooth width of dewy lawn and tranipiil lake, half fearful that there must be something more than natin-al in the :I itt Tof those window.s, and that maybe Maistcr Floyd shouse is afire. The stately red-built mansion belo gs toM aistcr Floyd, as Im is called in the honest paliiii of the Kentish rustics; to Archibald Mart
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