1 Frankenstein is modest; an excellent quality in a young man.
2 I pitied Frankenstein; my pity amounted to horror; I abhorred myself.
3 Frankenstein, who was dozing, awoke and asked the cause of the tumult.
4 You, who call Frankenstein your friend, seem to have a knowledge of my crimes and his misfortunes.
5 Again there is a sound as of a human voice, but hoarser; it comes from the cabin where the remains of Frankenstein still lie.
6 Sometimes I endeavoured to gain from Frankenstein the particulars of his creature's formation, but on this point he was impenetrable.
7 Oh, Frankenstein, be not equitable to every other and trample upon me alone, to whom thy justice, and even thy clemency and affection, is most due.
8 Frankenstein has daily declined in health; a feverish fire still glimmers in his eyes, but he is exhausted, and when suddenly roused to any exertion, he speedily sinks again into apparent lifelessness.
9 Frankenstein discovered that I made notes concerning his history; he asked to see them and then himself corrected and augmented them in many places, but principally in giving the life and spirit to the conversations he held with his enemy.
10 I was at first touched by the expressions of his misery; yet, when I called to mind what Frankenstein had said of his powers of eloquence and persuasion, and when I again cast my eyes on the lifeless form of my friend, indignation was rekindled within me.
11 She nursed Madame Frankenstein, my aunt, in her last illness, with the greatest affection and care and afterwards attended her own mother during a tedious illness, in a manner that excited the admiration of all who knew her, after which she again lived in my uncle's house, where she was beloved by all the family.