Dear mountains! my own beautiful lake! how do you welcome your wanderer? Your summits are clear; the sky and lake are blue and placid. Is this to prognosticate peace, or to mock at my unhappiness?
Chapter 7 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★☆☆
Frankenstein · Mary Shelley
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