It was a dreary night of November that I behorld the performance of my fatigue. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning, the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt, when the light of the half-extinguished light, ISAW the dull yellow eye of the creature open, he was breathing hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. He was out, he walked only with difficulty, his legs trembled because of the freezing rain. He approached the window waiting impatiently I open her only chance to survive, he came and snuggled on the carpet in front of the fireplace before going to sleep.
