ABSTRACT
George Gissing's posthumous novel, which has just been published under the title of Veranilda by Messrs Constable, will be read with more than a casual interest. The publishers are not quite correct in describing it as a complete story, but it is not, as Mr Frederic Harrison says in his preface, in any sense a fragment. Though it was printed 'from his papers in the state in which they were found', there is no sign ofhaste or carelessness in writing or design. We may suppose that it was actually within a few pages of conclusion when Gissing died, and though 'there were no adequate materials to show how he had designed it to end', it leaves no sense of incompletion.
