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A character in Daniel Deronda

Gwendolen Harleth

A proud, clever, beautiful girl of twenty, the spoiled eldest daughter of a widow, who marries for money when her family is ruined.

What they want

At first she wants to be admired and to do as she likes. After her marriage she wants only to escape Grandcourt without becoming wicked.

The book

Daniel DerondaGeorge Eliot, 1876

A spoiled young beauty marries for money and is trapped, while the young man who once watched her gamble discovers who his parents were.

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Who they are in the book

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Gwendolen is used to being admired and getting her way. She also has secret fits of dread, and feeling alone in a wide landscape can make her tremble. When her family loses its money she makes the choice that seems to save them, and it traps her. Deronda becomes her conscience.

How Gwendolen Harleth Is Portrayed

Appearance, manner, and tone — as the book sketches them, in our words.

  • The roulette tableIn Chapter I she is winning and then losing at Leubronn, and feels a stranger's eyes on her the whole time.
  • The necklaceIn Chapter II she pawns a turquoise necklace with stones from a chain that once belonged to her father. The necklace comes back to her the same morning, wrapped in a handkerchief.
  • The Whispering StonesIn Chapter XIV Lydia Glasher meets her by two tall stones and tells her about Grandcourt's children. Gwendolen promises to keep the secret.
  • Klesmer's verdictIn Chapter XXIII she asks the pianist Klesmer if she could earn a living on the stage. He tells her it would mean arduous, unceasing work, with praise and bread that might hardly come at all.
  • The diamondsIn Chapter XXXI, on her wedding night, she opens the case of diamonds and finds Lydia's letter inside. She screams again and again.
  • The ropeIn Chapter LVI she tells Deronda how Grandcourt fell from the boat and called for the rope, and how she held it and did not throw it.

Gwendolen Harleth quotes

Lines spoken by or about Gwendolen Harleth, each verified verbatim against the text and located in the book.

Was she beautiful or not beautiful? and what was the secret of form or expression which gave the dynamic quality to her glance?
Narrator of George Eliot's Daniel Deronda (1876)
I only know that I saw my wish outside me.
Gwendolen Harleth · Gwendolen Harleth in George Eliot's Daniel Deronda (1876)
It is better—it shall be better with me because I have known you.
Gwendolen Harleth · Gwendolen Harleth in George Eliot's Daniel Deronda (1876)
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After Grandcourt drowns, Deronda tells her he is marrying Mirah and leaving England. On his wedding day she writes that she will try to be one of the best of women, and that it shall be better with her because she has known him.

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