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[Victor speaking] “I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed; when, by the dim and yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through 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.”