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An Experiment in Love
Hilary Mantel
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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First published by Viking 1995
Published in paperback by Harper Perennial 2004
Published by Fourth Estate 2010
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For Gerald
Table of Contents
Dedication
Excerpt from Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel
This morning in the newspaper I saw a picture of Julia. She was standing on the threshold of her house in High-gate, where she receives her patients: a tall woman, wrapped in some kind of Indian shawl. There was a blur where her face should be, and yet I noted the confident set of her arms, and I could imagine her expression: professionally watchful, maternal, with that broad cold smile which I have known since I was
