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But I was in reality very ill, and surely nothing but the

unbounded and unremitting attentions of my friend could have

restored me to life. The form of the monster on whom I had

bestowed existence was for ever before my eyes, and I raved

incessantly concerning him. Doubtless my words surprised Henry;

he at first believed them to be the wanderings of my disturbed

imagination, but the pertinacity with which I continually

recurred to the same subject persuaded him that my disorder

indeed owed its origin to some uncommon and terrible event.