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Yazar: Mary Shelley

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I performed the first part of my journey on horseback. I
afterwards hired a mule, as the more sure-footed and least liable
to receive injury on these rugged roads. The weather was fine; it
was about the middle of the month of August, nearly two months
after the death of Justine, that miserable epoch from which I
dated all my woe. The weight upon my spirit was sensibly
lightened as I plunged yet deeper in the ravine of Arve. The
immense mountains and precipices that overhung me on every side,
the sound of the river raging among the rocks, and the dashing of
the waterfalls around spoke of a power mighty as Omnipotence-and
I ceased to fear or to bend before any being less almighty than
that which had created and ruled the elements, here displayed in
their most terrific guise. Still, as I ascended higher, the
valley assumed a more magnificent and astonishing character.

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