...it stopped just where I was standing and on the door being opened, I perceived Henry Clerval... (Shelley 45).
I threw the door forcibly open... but nothning appeared. I stepped fully in: the apartment was empty... (Shelley 47).
To: Victor FrankensteinFrom: Elizabeth Lavenza
If this is your present temper, my friend, you will perhaps be glad to see a letter that has been lying here some days for you; it is from your cousin, I believe (Shelley 49).