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Mary Shelley

Chapters 11-12

Quotes Chapters 11-12
I was a poor, helpless, miserable wretch; I knew, and could distinguish, nothing; but feeling pain invade me on all sides, I sat down and wept.
Here then I retreated and lay down happy to have found a shelter, however miserable, from the inclemency of the season and still more from the barbarity of man.
The gentle manners and beauty of the cottagers greatly endeared them to me: when they were unhappy, I felt depressed; when they rejoiced, I sympathized in their joys.