Kitap · Frankenstein
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Yazar: Mary Shelley
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I threw myself into the carriage that was to convey me away,
hardly knowing whither I was going, and careless of what was
passing around. I remembered only, and it was with a bitter
anguish that I reflected on it, to order that my chemical
instruments should be packed to go with me. Filled with dreary
imaginations, I passed through many beautiful and majestic
scenes, but my eyes were fixed and unobserving. I could only
think of the bourne of my travels and the work which was to
occupy me whilst they endured.
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