Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labours; but I did not watch the blossoms or the expanding leaves — si — Gris Grimly, Gris Grimly's Frankenstein
Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labours; but I did not watch the blossoms or the expanding leaves — si — Gris Grimly, Gris Grimly's Frankenstein
Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labours; but I did not watch the blossoms or the expanding leaves — si — Gris Grimly, Gris Grimly's Frankenstein
Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labours; but I did not watch the blossoms or the expanding leaves — si — Gris Grimly, Gris Grimly's Frankenstein
Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labours; but I did not watch the blossoms or the expanding leaves — si — Gris Grimly, Gris Grimly's Frankenstein
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Winter, spring, and summer, passed away during my labours; but I did not watch the blossoms or the expanding leaves — sights which before always yielded me supreme delight, so deeply was I engrossed in my occupation.

— Gris Grimly, Gris Grimly's Frankenstein
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