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“My dear Victor,” cried he, “what, for God’s sake, is the matter? Do not laugh in that manner. How ill you are! What is the cause of all this? “Do not ask me,” cried I, putting my hands before my eyes, for I thought I saw the dreaded spectre glide into the room;
Frankenstein: The 1818 Text
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