 I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks.  The Quarterly Review - Страница 3791818Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1818 - 574 страници
...He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,...belonging to the house which I inhabited; •where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively,... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1823 - 586 страници
...He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,...court-yard belonging to the house which I inhabited ; where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1835 - 452 страници
...He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,...detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down stairs. 1 took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited ; where I remained during the... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1835 - 420 страници
...He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,...cheeks. He might have spoken, but I did not hear : one band was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down stairs. I took refuge... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1838 - 1198 страници
...He held up the curtain ofthe bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may btt called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,...a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken, hut 1 did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped, and rushed down... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 464 страници
...He held up the curtain of the bed; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,...court-yard belonging to the house which I inhabited, where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1853 - 420 страници
...He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,...courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited ; where I remained during the ret>t of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1869 - 200 страници
...He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds,...court-yard belonging to the house which I inhabited; where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively,... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 страници
...He held up the curtain of the bed, and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His hunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him...his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far aw down-stairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited, where I remained... | |
 | Walter Augustus Gray - 1876 - 184 страници
...overflow so complete! Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created I rushed from the room. He might have spoken, but I did not hear; one hand...out seemingly to detain me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs." I will not harrow your feelings by tracing out in detail the terrible sequel of the story.... | |
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