Vol. III, Chapter V, pp. 94–95

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus

London: Printed for Lackington, Hughes, Harding, Mavor, & Jones, 1818.

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What could induce me to talk thus incoherently of the dreadful subject that I dared not explain? — In truth, it was insanity, not of the understanding but of the heart, which caused me always to think of one thing, of one

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sentiment, and thus there would at times escape to my lips, as a half stifled sigh may; though else unseen & unheard just move the flame that surrounds the marty[r] at the stake. But though he sigh, he will not recant, & though I more weak, gave vent to my pent up thoughts in words such as these, yet I shrunk unalterably from any thing that should reveal the existence of my enemy.
my journey to Montanvert and the sea of ice.