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المؤلف: Mary Shelley

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On seeing me, he darted towards me, and tearing the girl from my
arms, hastened towards the deeper parts of the wood. I followed
speedily, I hardly knew why; but when the man saw me draw near,
he aimed a gun, which he carried, at my body and fired. I sank to
the ground, and my injurer, with increased swiftness, escaped
into the wood.
"This was then the reward of my benevolence! I had saved a human
being from destruction, and as a recompense I now writhed under
the miserable pain of a wound which shattered the flesh and bone.
The feelings of kindness and gentleness which I had entertained
but a few moments before gave place to hellish rage and gnashing
of teeth. Inflamed by pain, I vowed eternal hatred and vengeance
to all mankind. But the agony of my wound overcame me; my pulses
paused, and I fainted.

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