WILLIAM in Classic Quotes
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Quotes from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
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1 I must say also a few words to you, my dear cousin, of little darling William.
2 Below this picture was a miniature of William; and my tears flowed when I looked upon it.
3 As night approached I found myself at the entrance of the cemetery where William, Elizabeth, and my father reposed.
4 William and Justine were assassinated, and the murderer escapes; he walks about the world free, and perhaps respected.
5 The sky was serene; and, as I was unable to rest, I resolved to visit the spot where my poor William had been murdered.
6 She told me, that that same evening William had teased her to let him wear a very valuable miniature that she possessed of your mother.
7 I wished to see him again, that I might wreak the utmost extent of abhorrence on his head and avenge the deaths of William and Justine.
8 It was already dusk before we thought of returning; and then we discovered that William and Ernest, who had gone on before, were not to be found.
9 Hear him not; call on the names of William, Justine, Clerval, Elizabeth, my father, and of the wretched Victor, and thrust your sword into his heart.
10 He then related that, the morning on which the murder of poor William had been discovered, Justine had been taken ill, and confined to her bed for several days.
11 I lay for two months on the point of death; my ravings, as I afterwards heard, were frightful; I called myself the murderer of William, of Justine, and of Clerval.
12 That she had been bewildered when questioned by the market-woman was not surprising, since she had passed a sleepless night and the fate of poor William was yet uncertain.
13 Thus spoke my prophetic soul, as, torn by remorse, horror, and despair, I beheld those I loved spend vain sorrow upon the graves of William and Justine, the first hapless victims to my unhallowed arts.
14 I saw an insurmountable barrier placed between me and my fellow men; this barrier was sealed with the blood of William and Justine, and to reflect on the events connected with those names filled my soul with anguish.
15 Presently Ernest came, and enquired if we had seen his brother; he said, that he had been playing with him, that William had run away to hide himself, and that he vainly sought for him, and afterwards waited for a long time, but that he did not return.
16 The death of William, the execution of Justine, the murder of Clerval, and lastly of my wife; even at that moment I knew not that my only remaining friends were safe from the malignity of the fiend; my father even now might be writhing under his grasp, and Ernest might be dead at his feet.