What twisted, darkened gleams are dancing in your eye; how aweful it all seems above a wicked smile. And haunting all my dreams, I find I know not why my soul with shivers teems as she walks down the aisle. For you are dead and buried deep, and none but I know where thou sleeps. I know you're dead, and none will weep, for none but I your mem'ry keeps. Yet when I gazed upon her veil, my heart within me failed. For what I saw through lace so frail, your face, and mine soon paled.
“Devil, cease; and do not poison the air with these sounds of malice. I have declared my resolution to you, and I am no coward to bend beneath words. Leave me; I am inexorable.”
“It is well. I go; but remember, I shall be with you on your wedding-night.”
~Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley
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