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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।

Amidst the wilds of Tartary and Russia, although he still evaded
me, I have ever followed in his track. Sometimes the peasants,
scared by this horrid apparition, informed me of his path;
sometimes he himself, who feared that if I lost all trace of him
I should despair and die, left some mark to guide me. The snows
descended on my head, and I saw the print of his huge step on the
white plain. To you first entering on life, to whom care is new
and agony unknown, how can you understand what I have felt and
still feel? Cold, want, and fatigue were the least pains which I
was destined to endure; I was cursed by some devil and carried
about with me my eternal hell; yet still a spirit of good
followed and directed my steps and when I most murmured would
suddenly extricate me from seemingly insurmountable difficulties.
Sometimes, when nature, overcome by hunger, sank under the
exhaustion, a repast was prepared for me in the desert that
restored and inspirited me.

स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें।

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