The moonlight bathed London in an ethereal glow. Long shadows stretched across the cobblestone streets, creating a mesmerizing play of light and dark. In the midst of this enchanting scene, Walter Hartright, a young drawing master, found himself strolling alone towards his mother's house.As he walked, his mind drifted to thoughts of his upcoming job in Cumberland. It was like standing on the edge of a great unknown, both exciting and terrifying at the same time. The peaceful evening stretched out before him like a blank canvas, just waiting to be filled with new experiences and adventures.Just as Walter was getting lost in his daydreams, something happened that would change the course of his life forever. Out of nowhere, like a ghost materializing from thin air, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a woman, dressed entirely in white, her pale garments almost glowing in the moonlight.Her touch was as light as a feather, but it sent shivers down Walter's spine like a jolt of electricity. The woman's eyes were wide with fear, darting around as if she expected danger to leap out from every corner. In a voice barely above a whisper, she asked for directions to London. Walter's mind was reeling, trying to make sense of this bizarre encounter.The woman's story came out in bits and pieces, like trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing. She talked about escaping from somewhere, though she never said exactly where. Her words tumbled out in a rush, as if she was afraid someone might come along and silence her at any moment. Walter found himself drawn into her plight, his curiosity growing with each passing second.Being the gentleman he was, Walter couldn't just leave this distressed woman to fend for herself. He offered to help her find a cab, his mind buzzing with questions he didn't dare ask. As they walked together, the woman's white dress seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, making her look almost otherworldly.Just as Walter managed to hail a cab for the mysterious woman, something caught his eye that made his blood run cold. Two men, their faces hidden in shadow, were searching the area with an intensity that made Walter's skin crawl. They moved like predators on the hunt, and Walter couldn't shake the feeling that the woman in white was their prey.As the woman prepared to step into the cab, she turned to Walter. Her face was a mixture of gratitude and fear, like a cornered animal that had found a moment's reprieve. She thanked him profusely, her words tumbling out in a rush."Beware of Sir Percival Glyde," she said, her voice barely audible above the clop of horse hooves on cobblestone.Walter stood there for a long moment, rooted to the spot. The encounter felt surreal, like a vivid dream that lingers even after waking. The woman's warning echoed in his mind, a puzzle piece that didn't seem to fit anywhere in his life. Who was Sir Percival Glyde? And why should Walter beware of him?As he finally turned to continue his journey home, Walter couldn't shake the feeling that his life had somehow shifted on its axis. The peaceful London night now seemed filled with shadows and secrets, and Walter found himself jumping at every sound.The next morning, as Walter prepared to leave for Cumberland, the events of the previous night still weighed heavily on his mind. He packed his bags and said goodbye to his family, all the while wondering about the woman in white and her mysterious warning.The train pulled out of the station, carrying Walter towards his new life in Cumberland. But even as the London skyline faded into the distance, the image of the woman in white remained vivid in his mind. It was like carrying a secret that was burning a hole in his pocket.As the train chugged along, Walter's mind raced with anticipation and uncertainty. What awaited him at Limmeridge House? Would he find answers to the mystery of the woman in white? Or would he stumble into something far more dangerous than he could ever imagine? The countryside flew by outside the window, but Walter barely noticed, lost in thoughts of what was to come.