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Автор: Mary Shelley

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"My heart beat quick; this was the hour and moment of trial,
which would decide my hopes or realise my fears. The servants
were gone to a neighbouring fair. All was silent in and around
the cottage; it was an excellent opportunity; yet, when I
proceeded to execute my plan, my limbs failed me and I sank to
the ground. Again I rose, and exerting all the firmness of which
I was master, removed the planks which I had placed before my
hovel to conceal my retreat. The fresh air revived me, and with
renewed determination I approached the door of their cottage.
"I knocked. 'Who is there?' said the old man. 'Come in.'
"I entered. 'Pardon this intrusion,' said I; 'I am a traveller in
want of a little rest; you would greatly oblige me if you would
allow me to remain a few minutes before the fire.'

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