Oh! with what a burning gush did hope revisit my heart! warm tears filled my eyes, which I hastily wiped away, that they might not intercept the view I had of the dmon; but still my sight was dimmed by the burning drops, until, giving way to the emotions that oppressed me, I wept aloud. ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
Such was my sentence, and on that night would the dmon employ every art to destroy me, and tear me from the glimpse of happiness which promised partly to console my sufferings. ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
Could the dmon, who had I did not for a minute doubt murdered my brother, also in his hellish sport have betrayed the innocent to death and ignominy. ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
Nothing could be more complete than the alteration that had taken place in my feelings since the night of the appearance of the dmon. ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
Shall I, in cool blood, set loose upon the earth a dmon, whose delight is in death and wretchedness? ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
I trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the dmon at the casement. ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
If I returned, it was to be sacrificed, or to see those whom I most loved die under the grasp of a dmon whom I had myself created. ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
At such moments vengeance, that burned within me, died in my heart, and I pursued my path towards the destruction of the dmon, more as a task enjoined by heaven, as the mechanical impulse of some power of which I was unconscious, than as the ardent desire of my soul. ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
A flash of lightning illuminated the object, and discovered its shape plainly to me; its gigantic stature, and the deformity of its aspect, more hideous than belongs to humanity, instantly informed me that it was the wretch, the filthy dmon to whom I had given life. ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
Even if they were to leave Europe, and inhabit the deserts of the new world, yet one of the first results of those sympathies for which the dmon thirsted would be children, and a race of devils would be propagated upon the earth, who might make the very existence of the species of man a condition precarious and full of terror. ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
As the memory of past misfortunes pressed upon me, I began to reflect on their cause—the monster whom I had created, the miserable dmon whom I had sent abroad into the world for my destruction. ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
I followed, when I could, the courses of the rivers; but the dmon generally avoided these, as it was here that the population of the country chiefly collected. ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
Oh! when will my guiding spirit, in conducting me to the dmon, allow me the rest I so much desire; or must I die, and he yet live? ❋ Mary Shelley (2004)
