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Yazar: Mary Shelley

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I listened to this discourse with the extremest agony. I, not in
deed, but in effect, was the true murderer. Elizabeth read my
anguish in my countenance, and kindly taking my hand, said, "My
dearest friend, you must calm yourself. These events have
affected me, God knows how deeply; but I am not so wretched as
you are. There is an expression of despair, and sometimes of
revenge, in your countenance that makes me tremble. Dear Victor,
banish these dark passions. Remember the friends around you, who
centre all their hopes in you. Have we lost the power of
rendering you happy? Ah! While we love, while we are true to each
other, here in this land of peace and beauty, your native
country, we may reap every tranquil blessing-what can disturb our
peace?"

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