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Yet one duty remained to me, the recollection of which finally triumphed over my selfish despair. It was necessary that I should return without delay to Geneva, there to watch over the lives of those I so fondly loved; and to lie in wait for the murderer, that if any chance led me to the place of his concealment, or if he dared again to blast me by his presence, I might, with unfailing aim, put an end to the existence of the monstrous Image which I had endued with the mockery of a soul still more monstrous. My father still desired to delay our departure, fearful that I could not sustain the fatigues of a journey: for I was a shattered wreck--the shadow of a human being. My strength was gone. I was a mere skeleton; and fever night and day preyed upon my wasted frame 去书内
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    Yet one duty still remained for me, the memory of which finally overcame my selfish despair. I must return to Geneva without delay to watch over the lives of those I loved so dearly, and lie in wait for the murderer. If any chance led me to his hiding place, or if he dared to blast me again with his presence, I would end the existence of that monstrous creature I had given life to—whose mockery of a soul was even more hideous than its form. My father still wished to postpone our departure, fearing I could not endure the journey's hardships, for I was a broken wreck, a shadow of a human being. My strength had vanished; I was a mere skeleton, and fever preyed on my wasted frame day and night.

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