It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. - P52
I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. - P52
His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion, and straight black lips. - P52
Oh! no mortal could support the horror of that countenance. A mummy again endued with animation could not be so hideous as that wretch. I had gazed on him while unfinished; he was ugly then; but when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived. - P53
Mingled with this horror, I felt the bitterness of disappointment: dreams that had been my food and pleasant rest for so long a space, were now become a hell to me; and the change was so rapid, the overthrow so complete! - P53
Like one who, on a lonely road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turn’d round, walks on, And turns no more his lead; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.* - P53
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