"...by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs... the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart" (Shelley 43).
"I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my forehead, my teeth chattered...I beheld the wretch- the miserable monster whom I had created...and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me" (Shelley 44).
"...but I escaped and rushed downstairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited, where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation..." (Shelley 44).
"Morning, dismal and wet, at length dawned... my eyes fixed on a coach that was coming towards me from the other end of the street... and on the door being opened, I perceived Henry Clerval, who, on seeing me, instantly sprung out" (Shelley 45).
"I dreaded to behold this monster, but I feared still more that Henry should see him... I threw the door forcibly open... but nothing appeared. I stepped fearfully in: the apartment was empty, and my bedroom was also freed from its hideous guest... I clapped my hands for joy and ran down to Clerval" (Shelley 47).
"I imagined that the monster seized me; I struggled furiously and fell down in a fit... This was the commencement of a nervous fever which confined me for several months. During all that time Henry was my only nurse... I was in reality very ill... By very slow degrees... I recovered...'you will perhaps be glad to see a letter that has been lying here some days for you; it is from your cousin..." (Shelley 47-49).