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作者: Mary Shelley

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Meanwhile Clerval occupied himself, so to speak, with the moral
relations of things. The busy stage of life, the virtues of
heroes, and the actions of men were his theme; and his hope and
his dream was to become one among those whose names are recorded
in story as the gallant and adventurous benefactors of our
species. The saintly soul of Elizabeth shone like a
shrine-dedicated lamp in our peaceful home. Her sympathy was
ours; her smile, her soft voice, the sweet glance of her
celestial eyes, were ever there to bless and animate us. She was
the living spirit of love to soften and attract; I might have
become sullen in my study, rough through the ardour of my nature,
but that she was there to subdue me to a semblance of her own
gentleness. And Clerval-could aught ill entrench on the noble
spirit of Clerval?

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