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المؤلف: Mary Shelley

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Thus situated, employed in the most detestable occupation,
immersed in a solitude where nothing could for an instant call my
attention from the actual scene in which I was engaged, my
spirits became unequal; I grew restless and nervous. Every moment
I feared to meet my persecutor. Sometimes I sat with my eyes
fixed on the ground, fearing to raise them lest they should
encounter the object which I so much dreaded to behold. I feared
to wander from the sight of my fellow creatures lest when alone
he should come to claim his companion.
In the mean time I worked on, and my labour was already
considerably advanced. I looked towards its completion with a
tremulous and eager hope, which I dared not trust myself to
question but which was intermixed with obscure forebodings of
evil that made my heart sicken in my bosom.
Chapter 20

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