A diabolical threat is issued at the top of a Swiss mountain, and another phase of Victor's nightmare begins.

Mary Shelley, today on the Classic Tales podcast.

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New stories are coming your way on Friday. And now, Frankenstein, part five of eight,

by Mary Shelley.

Chapter 13

I now hasten to the more moving part of my story.

I shall relate events that impressed me with feelings, which, from what I had been, have

made me what I am.

Spring advanced rapidly.

The weather became fine, and the sky is cloudless.

It surprised me that what before was desert and gloomy should now bloom, with the most beautiful

flowers and verdure.

My senses were gratified and refreshed for a thousand cents of delight,

and a thousand sights of beauty.

It was on one of these days when my cottagers periodically rested from labor.

The old man played on his guitar,

and the children listened to him that I observed the countenance of Felix was melancholy beyond expression.

He sighed frequently, and once his father paused in his music and conjectured by his manner that he inquired the cause of his son's sorrow.

Felix replied in a cheerful accent,

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