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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. "In his murder my crimes

are consummated; the miserable series of my being is wound to its

close! 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."