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Frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus - Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft ยท 76 words
From the tortures of my own heart, I turned to contemplate the deep and voiceless grief of my Elizabeth. This also was my doing. And my fathers woe, and the desolation of that late so smiling home all was the work of my thrice accursed hands. Ye weep, unhappy ones, but these are not your last tears. Again shall you raise the funeral wail, and the sound of your lamentations shall again and again be heard.
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