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लेखक: Mary Shelley

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स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें। · बैकस्पेस अक्षम — गलती के बाद भी जारी रखें।

Day dawned; and I directed my steps towards the town. The gates
were open, and I hastened to my father's house. My first thought
was to discover what I knew of the murderer, and cause instant
pursuit to be made. But I paused when I reflected on the story
that I had to tell. A being whom I myself had formed, and endued
with life, had met me at midnight among the precipices of an
inaccessible mountain. I remembered also the nervous fever with
which I had been seized just at the time that I dated my
creation, and which would give an air of delirium to a tale
otherwise so utterly improbable. I well knew that if any other
had communicated such a relation to me, I should have looked upon
it as the ravings of insanity. Besides, the strange nature of the
animal would elude all pursuit, even if I were so far credited as
to persuade my relatives to commence it. And then of what use
would be pursuit? Who could arrest a creature capable of scaling
the overhanging sides of Mont Saleve?

स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें।

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