Frankenstein
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It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony. I collected the instruments of life around me that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning, the rain patter dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out when, by the glimmer of the half extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open. It breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe? Or how delineate the wretch, whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form his limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful, beautiful, great God. His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath his here was of a lustrous black and flowing his teeth of a pearly whiteness. But the's luxuriant sees only formed, more horrid contrast with his watery eyes that seemed almost of the same colour as the done white sockets in which they were set. His shrivelled complexion and ST black lips. His jaw's opened and he muttered some inarticulate sounds while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear. One hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house, which I inhabited where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively, catching and fearing its sound as if it were to announce the approach of the de maniacal corpse to which I had so miserably given life. Oh, no, Mortal could support the horror of that countenance. Ah, Mummy again, in dude with animation could not be so hideous as that rich. I had gazed on him while unfinished. He was ugly then, But when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a things such as even Dante could not have conceived. I passed the night wretchedly. Sometimes my pulse beats so quickly, and hardly that I felt the palpitation of every artery at others. I nearly sank to the ground through Langer, and extreme weakness mingled with this horror. I felt the bitterness of disappointment, dreams that had been my food and pleasant rest for so long a space were now become a **** to me on. The change was so rapid the overthrow so complete morning, dismal and wet at length, dawned on discovered to my sleeplessness and aching eyes. The Church of Inglese stat. It's white steeple and clock, which indicated the sixth hour The porter opened the gates of the court, which had that night been my asylum, and I issued into the streets, pacing them with quick steps, as if I sought to avoid the wretch whom I feared every turning off the street would present. To my view, I did not dear return to the apartment, which I inhabited but felt impelled to hurry on. Although drenched by the rain which poured from a black and comfort less sky, I continued walking in this manner for sometime endeavouring my bodily exercise to ease the load that weighed upon my mind. I Travis the streets without any clear conception off where I wass or what I was doing, my heart palpitating in the sickness of fair, and I hurried on with irregular steps, not daring to look about me like one who won a lonely road does walk in fear and dread and having once turned round walks on and turns no more his head because he knows a frightful fiend doth close behind him Tread.