Kitap · Frankenstein
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Yazar: Mary Shelley
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While I still hung over her in the agony of despair, I happened
to look up. The windows of the room had before been darkened, and
I felt a kind of panic on seeing the pale yellow light of the
moon illuminate the chamber. The shutters had been thrown back,
and with a sensation of horror not to be described, I saw at the
open window a figure the most hideous and abhorred. A grin was on
the face of the monster; he seemed to jeer, as with his fiendish
finger he pointed towards the corpse of my wife. I rushed towards
the window, and drawing a pistol from my bosom, fired; but he
eluded me, leaped from his station, and running with the
swiftness of lightning, plunged into the lake.
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