Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus
London: Printed for Lackington, Hughes, Harding, Mavor, & Jones, 1818.
Purchased by Pierpont Morgan in 1910
The affectionate smile with which Elizabeth welcomed my altered mood excited me to greater exertion; and I felt as I spoke long forgotten sensations of pleasure arise in my mind. I knew that this state of being would only be temporary, that gloom and misery was near at hand, but this knowledge only acted as a stimulant, and added a tingling sensation of fear, while the blood danced along my veins—my eyes sparkled and my limbs even trembled beneath the influence of unaccustomed emotion.