The Creature Awakens

CHAPTER IV. It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of

my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the

instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless

thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered

dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when,

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.

How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom