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Frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus - Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft ยท 69 words
I entered the cabin where lay the remains of my ill fated and admirable friend. Over him hung a form which I cannot find words to describe gigantic in stature, yet uncouth and distorted in its proportions. As he hung over the coffin, his face was concealed by long locks of ragged hair; but one vast hand was extended, in colour and apparent texture like that of a mummy.
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