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Frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus - Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft ยท 54 words
His voice became fainter as he spoke, and at length, exhausted by his effort, he sank into silence. About half an hour afterwards he attempted again to speak but was unable; he pressed my hand feebly, and his eyes closed for ever, while the irradiation of a gentle smile passed away from his lips.
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