Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus
London: Printed for Lackington, Hughes, Harding, Mavor, & Jones, 1818.
Purchased by Pierpont Morgan in 1910
Vol. I, pp. 152–153
the sense of our misfortune is yet unalleviated; the silence of our father is uninterrupted, and there is something more distressing than tears in his unaltered sadness—while poor Elizabeth, seeking solitude and for ever weeping, already begins to feel the
effects of incessant grief—for her colour is gone, and her eyes are hollow & lustreless
You must assist me in acquiring sufficient calmness to console my father and support my poor Elizabeth.