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pieces—You are an ogre—Let me go, or I will tell my papa.” : “‘Boy, you will never see your father again; you must come with me.” o “” Hideous monster!...let me go; My papa is a Syndic—he is... M. Frankenstein—he would punish you. You dare not keep me.’ - ... “‘Frankenstein you belong then to my enemy—to him towards whom I have sworn eternal revenge; you shall be my first victim.' ... “ The child still struggled, and loaded me with epithets which carried

despair to my heart: I grasped his -

throat to silence him, and in a moment he lay dead at my feet.

: “I gazed on my victim, and my heart swelled with exultation and hell

ish triumph: clapping my hands, I exclaimed, ‘I, too, can create desolation ; my enemy is not impregnable; this death will carry despair to him, and a thousand other miseries shall torment and destroy him.” “ As I fixed my eyes on the child, I saw something glittering on his breast. I took it; it was a portrait of a most lovely woman. In spite of my malignity, it softened and attracted me. For a few moments I gazed with delight on her dark eyes, fringed by deep lashes, and her lovely lips; but presently my rage returned: I remembered that I was for ever deprived of the delights that such beautiful creatures could bestow ; and that she whose resemblance I contemplated would, in regarding me, have changed that air of divine benigmity to one expressive of disgust and affright, - . .

“Can you wonder that such thoughts transported me with rage 2 I only wonder that at that moment, instead of venting my sensations in exclamations and agony, I did not rush among mankind, and perish in the attempt to destroy them. “While I was overcome by these

feelings, I left the spot where I had

committed the murder, and was seeking a more secluded hiding-place, when I perceived a woman passing near me. She was young, not indeed so beautiful as her whose portrait I held, but of an agreeable aspect, and blooming in the

loveliness of youth and health. Here, I thought, is one of those whose smiles

are bestowed on all but me; she shalh, not escape: thanks to the lessons of Felix, and the sanguinary laws of man, I have learned how to work mischief. I approached her unperceived, and placed

the portrait securely in one of the folds of her dress. “For some days I haunted the spot where these scenes had taken place; sometimes wishing to see you, sometimes resolved to quit the world and its miseries for ever. At length I wandered towards these mountains, and have ranged through their immense recesses, consumed by a burning passion which you alone can gratify. We may not part until you have promised to comply with my requisition. I am alone, and miserable; man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects. This being you must create.”


The being finished speaking, and 4
fixed his looks upon me in expectation o
of a reply. But I was bewildered,
perplexed, and unable to arrange my i.
ideas sufficiently to understand the full
extent of his proposition. He con-
tinued— -
“You must create a female for me,
with whom I can live in the inter-
change of those sympathies necessary
for my being. This you alone can do; a
and I demand it of you as a right which
you must not refuse.” -

The latter part of his tale had kindled anew in me the anger that had

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