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"
Come
,
dearest
Victor
;
you
alone
can
console
Elizabeth
.
She
weeps
continually
,
and
accuses
herself
unjustly
as
the
cause
of
his
death
;
her
words
pierce
my
heart
.
We
are
all
unhappy
;
but
will
not
that
be
an
additional
motive
for
you
,
my
son
,
to
return
and
be
our
comforter
?
Your
dear
mother
!
Alas
,
Victor
!
I
now
say
,
Thank
God
she
did
not
live
to
witness
the
cruel
,
miserable
death
of
her
youngest
darling
!
"
Come
,
Victor
;
not
brooding
thoughts
of
vengeance
against
the
assassin
,
but
with
feelings
of
peace
and
gentleness
,
that
will
heal
,
instead
of
festering
,
the
wounds
of
our
minds
.
Enter
the
house
of
mourning
,
my
friend
,
but
with
kindness
and
affection
for
those
who
love
you
,
and
not
with
hatred
for
your
enemies
.
"
Your
affectionate
and
afflicted
father
,
"
Alphonse
Frankenstein
.
"
Geneva
,
May
12th
,
17
--
.
"
Clerval
,
who
had
watched
my
countenance
as
I
read
this
letter
,
was
surprised
to
observe
the
despair
that
succeeded
the
joy
I
at
first
expressed
on
receiving
new
from
my
friends
.
I
threw
the
letter
on
the
table
,
and
covered
my
face
with
my
hands
.
"
My
dear
Frankenstein
,
"
exclaimed
Henry
,
when
he
perceived
me
weep
with
bitterness
,
"
are
you
always
to
be
unhappy
?
My
dear
friend
,
what
has
happened
?
"
I
motioned
him
to
take
up
the
letter
,
while
I
walked
up
and
down
the
room
in
the
extremest
agitation
.
Tears
also
gushed
from
the
eyes
of
Clerval
,
as
he
read
the
account
of
my
misfortune
.
"
I
can
offer
you
no
consolation
,
my
friend
,
"
said
he
;
"
your
disaster
is
irreparable
.
What
do
you
intend
to
do
?
"
"
To
go
instantly
to
Geneva
:
come
with
me
,
Henry
,
to
order
the
horses
.
"
