Ientered the cabin where lay the remains of my ill-fated and admirable friend. over him hung a form which i cannot find words to describe — gigantic in stature, yet uncouth and distorted in its proportions. .

he paused, looking on me with wonder, and again turning towards the lifeless form of his creator, he seemed to forget my presence, and every feature and gesture seemed instigated by the wildest rage of some uncontrollable passion.

"that is also my victim! " he exclaimed. . "oh, frankenstein! generous and self-devoted being! what does it avail that i now ask thee to pardon me? i, who irretrievably destroyed thee by destroying all thou lovedst. alas! he is cold, he cannot answer me." . .

"your repentance," i said, "is now superfluous. if you had listened to the voice of conscience and heeded the stings of remorse before you had urged your diabolical vengeance to this extremity, frankenstein would yet have lived."

"and do you dream? " said the daemon. "do you think that i was then dead to agony and remorse? . . after the murder of clerval i returned to switzerland, heart-broken and overcome. i pitied frankenstein; my pity amounted to horror; i abhorred myself. but when i discovered that he, the author at once of my existence and of its unspeakable torments, dared to hope for happiness, that while he accumulated wretchedness and despair upon me he sought his own enjoyment in feelings and passions from the indulgence of which i was forever barred, then impotent envy and bitter indignation filled me with an insatiable thirst for vengeance. . i had cast off all feeling, subdued all anguish, to riot in the excess of my despair. evil thenceforth became my good. urged thus far, i had no choice but to adapt my nature to an element which i had willingly chosen. . "

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