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Frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus - Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft ยท 78 words
My father calmed me with assurances of their welfare and endeavoured, by dwelling on these subjects so interesting to my heart, to raise my desponding spirits; but he soon felt that a prison cannot be the abode of cheerfulness. What a place is this that you inhabit, my son. said he, looking mournfully at the barred windows and wretched appearance of the room. You travelled to seek happiness, but a fatality seems to pursue you. And poor Clerval
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