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लेखक: Mary Shelley

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स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें। · बैकस्पेस अक्षम — गलती के बाद भी जारी रखें।

Justine shook her head mournfully. "I do not fear to die," she
said; "that pang is past. God raises my weakness and gives me
courage to endure the worst. I leave a sad and bitter world; and
if you remember me and think of me as of one unjustly condemned,
I am resigned to the fate awaiting me. Learn from me, dear lady,
to submit in patience to the will of heaven!"
During this conversation I had retired to a corner of the prison
room, where I could conceal the horrid anguish that possessed me.
Despair! Who dared talk of that? The poor victim, who on the
morrow was to pass the awful boundary between life and death,
felt not, as I did, such deep and bitter agony. I gnashed my
teeth and ground them together, uttering a groan that came from
my inmost soul. Justine started. When she saw who it was, she
approached me and said, "Dear sir, you are very kind to visit me;
you, I hope, do not believe that I am guilty?"

स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें।

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