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Автор: Mary Shelley

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My father, who was watching over me, perceiving my restlessness,
awoke me; the dashing waves were around, the cloudy sky above,
the fiend was not here: a sense of security, a feeling that a
truce was established between the present hour and the
irresistible, disastrous future imparted to me a kind of calm
forgetfulness, of which the human mind is by its structure
peculiarly susceptible.
Chapter 22
The voyage came to an end. We landed, and proceeded to Paris. I
soon found that I had overtaxed my strength and that I must
repose before I could continue my journey. My father's care and
attentions were indefatigable, but he did not know the origin of
my sufferings and sought erroneous methods to remedy the
incurable ill. He wished me to seek amusement in society. I
abhorred the face of man. Oh, not abhorred! They were my
brethren, my fellow beings, and I felt attracted even to the most
repulsive among them, as to creatures of an angelic nature and
celestial mechanism. But I felt that I had no right to share
their intercourse. I had unchained an enemy among them whose joy
it was to shed their blood and to revel in their groans. How they
would, each and all, abhor me and hunt me from the world, did
they know my unhallowed acts and the crimes which had their
source in me!

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