When you read their writings, life appears to consist in a warm sun and a garden of roses, — in the smiles and frowns of a fair enemy, and the fire that consumes your own heart.
Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus. Illustrated edition
Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus. Illustrated edition
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Mary Shelley

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