Франкенштейн
Walton, in continuation
Ishutmyeyesinvoluntarilyandendeavouredtorecollectwhatweremydutieswithregardtothisdestroyer.Icalledonhimtostay.
Hepaused,lookingonmewithwonder,andagainturningtowardsthelifelessformofhiscreator,heseemedtoforgetmypresence,andeveryfeatureandgestureseemedinstigatedbythewildestrageofsomeuncontrollablepassion.
"Thatisalsomyvictim!"heexclaimed."Inhismurdermycrimesareconsummated;themiserableseriesofmybeingiswoundtoitsclose!Oh,Frankenstein!Generousandself-devotedbeing!WhatdoesitavailthatInowasktheetopardonme?I,whoirretrievablydestroyedtheebydestroyingallthoulovedst.Alas!Heiscold,hecannotanswerme."Hisvoiceseemedsuffocated,andmyfirstimpulses,whichhadsuggestedtomethedutyofobeyingthedyingrequestofmyfriendindestroyinghisenemy,werenowsuspendedbyamixtureofcuriosityandcompassion.Iapproachedthistremendousbeing;Idarednotagainraisemyeyestohisface,therewassomethingsoscaringandunearthlyinhisugliness.Iattemptedtospeak,butthewordsdiedawayonmylips.Themonstercontinuedtoutterwildandincoherentself-reproaches.AtlengthIgatheredresolutiontoaddresshiminapauseofthetempestofhispassion.
"Yourrepentance,"Isaid,"isnowsuperfluous.Ifyouhadlistenedtothevoiceofconscienceandheededthestingsofremorsebeforeyouhadurgedyourdiabolicalvengeancetothisextremity,Frankensteinwouldyethavelived."
"Anddoyoudream?"saidthedaemon.
