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Frankenstein
It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my labor. I collected the instruments of life aroundme, which I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain tapping against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe?
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