Tone
Tone Any sound considered with reference to its quality, pitch, strength, source, etc.
Chapter 4
"No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards, like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success."
"A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me."
"No father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs."
"These thoughts supported my spirits, while I pursuing my undertaking with unremitting ardour."
Chapter 5
"How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinti pains and care I had endeavoured to for?"
"I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose if infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.
"My hand was already on the lock of the door before I recollected myself. I then paused, and a cold shivering came over me. I threw the door forcibly open, as children are accustomed to do when they expect a spectre to stand in waiting for them on the other side; but nothing appeared. I stepped fearfully in: the apartment was empty, and my bedroom was also freed from its hideous guests. I could hardly believe that so great a good fortune could have befallen me, but when I became assured that my enemy had indeed fled, I clapped my hands for joy and ran down to Clerval."
Chapter 7
"William is dead! That sweet child, whose smiles delighted and warmed my heart, who was so gentle, yet so gay! Victor, he was murdered!"
Chapter 4
"No one can conceive the variety of feelings which bore me onwards, like a hurricane, in the first enthusiasm of success."
"A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me."
"No father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs."
"These thoughts supported my spirits, while I pursuing my undertaking with unremitting ardour."
Chapter 5
"How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinti pains and care I had endeavoured to for?"
"I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose if infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.
"My hand was already on the lock of the door before I recollected myself. I then paused, and a cold shivering came over me. I threw the door forcibly open, as children are accustomed to do when they expect a spectre to stand in waiting for them on the other side; but nothing appeared. I stepped fearfully in: the apartment was empty, and my bedroom was also freed from its hideous guests. I could hardly believe that so great a good fortune could have befallen me, but when I became assured that my enemy had indeed fled, I clapped my hands for joy and ran down to Clerval."
Chapter 7
"William is dead! That sweet child, whose smiles delighted and warmed my heart, who was so gentle, yet so gay! Victor, he was murdered!"