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"You have destroyed the work which you began; what is it that you

intend? Do you dare to break your promise? I have endured toil

and misery; I left Switzerland with you; I crept along the shores

of the Rhine, among its willow islands and over the summits of

its hills. I have dwelt many months in the heaths of England and

among the deserts of Scotland. I have endured incalculable

fatigue, and cold, and hunger; do you dare destroy my hopes?"

"Begone! I do break my promise; never will I create another like

yourself, equal in deformity and wickedness."

"Slave, I before reasoned with you, but you have proved yourself

unworthy of my condescension. Remember that I have power; you

believe yourself miserable, but I can make you so wretched that

the light of day will be hateful to you. You are my creator, but

I am your master; obey!"