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Walton, in continuation
Margaret,whatcommentcanImakeontheuntimelyextinctionofthisgloriousspirit?WhatcanIsaythatwillenableyoutounderstandthedepthofmysorrow?AllthatIshouldexpresswouldbeinadequateandfeeble.Mytearsflow;mymindisovershadowedbyacloudofdisappointment.ButIjourneytowardsEngland,andImaytherefindconsolation.
Iaminterrupted.Whatdothesesoundsportend?Itismidnight;thebreezeblowsfairly,andthewatchondeckscarcelystir.Againthereisasoundasofahumanvoice,buthoarser;itcomesfromthecabinwheretheremainsofFrankensteinstilllie.Imustariseandexamine.Goodnight,mysister.
GreatGod!whatascenehasjusttakenplace!Iamyetdizzywiththeremembranceofit.IhardlyknowwhetherIshallhavethepowertodetailit;yetthetalewhichIhaverecordedwouldbeincompletewithoutthisfinalandwonderfulcatastrophe.Ienteredthecabinwherelaytheremainsofmyill-fatedandadmirablefriend.OverhimhungaformwhichIcannotfindwordstodescribe—giganticinstature,yetuncouthanddistortedinitsproportions.Ashehungoverthecoffin,hisfacewasconcealedbylonglocksofraggedhair;butonevasthandwasextended,incolourandapparenttexturelikethatofamummy.Whenheheardthesoundofmyapproach,heceasedtoutterexclamationsofgriefandhorrorandsprungtowardsthewindow.NeverdidIbeholdavisionsohorribleashisface,ofsuchloathsomeyetappallinghideousness.
