Frankenstein; Or, The Modern PrometheusMary Shelley
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His voice failed; he squeezed my hand, smiled once—and then his eyes closed for ever.
Discovery 10 of 15His voice became fainter as he spoke; and at length, exhausted by his effort, he sunk into silence. About half an hour afterwards he attempted again to speak, but was unable; he pressed my hand feebly, and his eyes closed for ever, while the irradiation of a gentle smile passed away from his lips.