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المؤلف: Mary Shelley

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There were no horses to be procured, and I must return by the
lake; but the wind was unfavourable, and the rain fell in
torrents. However, it was hardly morning, and I might reasonably
hope to arrive by night. I hired men to row and took an oar
myself, for I had always experienced relief from mental torment
in bodily exercise. But the overflowing misery I now felt, and
the excess of agitation that I endured rendered me incapable of
any exertion. I threw down the oar, and leaning my head upon my
hands, gave way to every gloomy idea that arose. If I looked up,
I saw scenes which were familiar to me in my happier time and
which I had contemplated but the day before in the company of her
who was now but a shadow and a recollection. Tears streamed from
my eyes. The rain had ceased for a moment, and I saw the fish
play in the waters as they had done a few hours before; they had
then been observed by Elizabeth. Nothing is so painful to the
human mind as a great and sudden change.

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