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Auteur: Mary Shelley

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"Thus I relieve thee, my creator," he said, and placed his hated
hands before my eyes, which I flung from me with violence; "thus
I take from thee a sight which you abhor. Still thou canst listen
to me and grant me thy compassion. By the virtues that I once
possessed, I demand this from you. Hear my tale; it is long and
strange, and the temperature of this place is not fitting to your
fine sensations; come to the hut upon the mountain. The sun is
yet high in the heavens; before it descends to hide itself behind
your snowy precipices and illuminate another world, you will have
heard my story and can decide. On you it rests, whether I quit
for ever the neighbourhood of man and lead a harmless life, or
become the scourge of your fellow creatures and the author of
your own speedy ruin."

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