I had been the author of unalterable evils; and I lived in daily fear, lest the
monster whom I had created should perpetrate some new wickedness. I had an
obscure feeling that all was not over, and that he would still commit some signal
I exclaimed, “ do you dare approach me? and do not you fear the fierce
vengeance of my arm wreaked on your miserable head? Begome, vile insect? or
rather stay, that I may trample you to dust! and, oh, that I could, with the extinction
of your ...
I have wandered here many days; the caves of ice, which I only do not fear, are a
dwelling to me, and the only one which man does not grudge. These bleak skies I
hail, for they are kinder to me than your fellow-beings. If the multitude of ...
When night came on, and brought sleep with it, I was in the greatest fear lest my
fire should be extinguished. I covered it carefully with dry wood and leaves, and
placed wet branches upon it; and then, spreading my cloak, I lay on the ground, ...
Depart to your home, and commence your labours: I shall watch their progress
with unutterable anxiety; and fear. not but that when you are ready I shah appear.
” - . . . . Saying this, he suddenly quitted me, fearful, perhaps, of any change in my
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