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39 FRANKENSTEIN; 9 > OR, THE y ODERN PRo, Mey taste for those simple pleasure; Hey, is then that study is certainly un! human mind. If this tule Were always observe d: nt NOt bef by th pursuit whatsoever to interfere with the trang 120 man al ni affections, Greece had not been enslaved: (, ty of his a his country; America would have been discover WoUld have i a and the empires of Mexico and Peru* had not been at Brady But I forget that Iam moralizing in the mosting tO tale; and your looks remind me to proceed. My father made no reproach in his letters; and only my silence by inquiring into my occupations more pa before. Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labo, but I did not watch the blossom or the expanding leaves—sighs yi before always yielded me supreme delight, so deeply was Tengrossed in my occupation. The leaves of that year had withered before my wort drew near to a close; and now every day shewed me more plainly how well I had succeeded. But my enthusiasm was checked by my ansey, and I appeared rather like one doomed by slavery to toil in the mines, or any other unwholesome trade, than an artist occupied by his favourite employment. Every night I was oppressed by a slow fever, and I became nervous to a most painful degree; a disease that I regretted the more because I had hitherto enjoyed most excellent health, and had always boasted of the firmness of my nerves. But I believed that exercise and amusement would soon drive away such symptoms; and I promised myself both of these, when my creation should be complete. , in which no alloca lawful, that is tp Say PO t interesting Part of ty took Notice ticularly thay CHAPTER IV. Tr was on a dreary night of November,* that I beheld the accomplish ment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agoms T collected the instruments of life* around me, that I might infus? aspark Of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already win fae ae ite rain pattered dismally against the panes,* aM breathed hard and a convulsive motion aghese os eremure opens How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe ne 1, thewretch whom with such infinite painsand eae Thad oo, Sinedeo leavoured to Scanned with CamScanner FRANKENSTEDN, bite teNE MODERN PROMETHEUS 7 . 37 js limbs were in proportion, and I had sele, i i Beall —Great God! His yellow skin son atures = work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of fi ie

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