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I was already one in the morning. The rain patter dismay Lee against the pains, 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 breathes hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe? Or how delineate the rich, who would such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features is beautiful God. His yellow skin scarcely covered. The work of muscles and arteries beneath his hair was of a lustrous black and flowing his teeth of a pearly whiteness. But the's luxuriant, says Onley, formed a more hard contrast with his watery eyes that seemed almost of the same color as a done white sockets in which they were set. His shriveled complexion and straight black lips. His jaws 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 scathed in rush 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 each sound as if it wore to announce the approach of the corpse to which I had so miserably given life. Oh, no. Mortal could support the horror of this countenance. A mummy again in dude with animation could not be so hideous at that wretch. I had gazed on him while unfinished. He was ugly then, but when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, such as even Dante could not have conceived.