 I beheld the wretch— the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks.  Frankenstein: or, the Modern Prometheus - Página 77por Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1891 - 317 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1818 - 574 páginas
...the window-shutters, I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may...seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down stairs. I took refuge in the court-yard belonging to the house which I inhabited; •where I remained... | |
 | 1818 - 590 páginas
...the window-shutters, I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. Mis jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1823 - 586 páginas
...the window shutters, I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may...seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down stairs. I took refuge in the court-yard belonging to the house which I inhabited ; where I remained... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1835 - 452 páginas
...the window-shutters, I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may...seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down stairs. 1 took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited ; where I remained... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1835 - 420 páginas
...window- shutters, I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may...cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear : one band was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down stairs. I took refuge... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1838 - 1198 páginas
...miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain ofthe bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may btt called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he...a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, hut 1 did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1853 - 420 páginas
...the window-shutters, I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may...seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down stairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited ; where I remained... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 860 páginas
...the window-shutters, I beheld the wretch — the miserable Monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed, and his eyes, if eyes they may...grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, but 1 did not hear ; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down-stairs.... | |
 | Walter Augustus Gray - 1876 - 184 páginas
...overflow so complete! Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created I rushed from the room. He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand...detain me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs." I will not harrow your feelings by tracing out in detail the terrible sequel of the story. We may, in... | |
 | 1818 - 586 páginas
...miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they maybe called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he...sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might bjave spoken, but I did not hear ; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped,... | |
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