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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।

Clerval spoke thus as we hurried through the streets; the words
impressed themselves on my mind and I remembered them afterwards
in solitude. But now, as soon as the horses arrived, I hurried
into a cabriolet, and bade farewell to my friend.
My journey was very melancholy. At first I wished to hurry on,
for I longed to console and sympathise with my loved and
sorrowing friends; but when I drew near my native town, I
slackened my progress. I could hardly sustain the multitude of
feelings that crowded into my mind. I passed through scenes
familiar to my youth, but which I had not seen for nearly six
years. How altered every thing might be during that time! One
sudden and desolating change had taken place; but a thousand
little circumstances might have by degrees worked other
alterations, which, although they were done more tranquilly,
might not be the less decisive. Fear overcame me; I dared no
advance, dreading a thousand nameless evils that made me tremble,
although I was unable to define them.

स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें।

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