Analysis Of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein-Personal Narrative

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Margaret brought her stretching to an abrupt pause, upon becoming aware of another’s presence, as both of her hands were held at high noon. She slowly turned her head in a seemingly fearful manner, as if she was in anticipation of another’s arrival, while simultaneously and slowly lowering her arms to their original clasped position about her kneecaps. I cautiously, yet satirically, raised my hands so that they were level with my chest, where my palms flashed towards Margaret, to grant her acknowledgement of who I was and to let her know that I didn’t mean any harm, almost as if she was some sort of feral creature. She released a deep sigh upon registering whom I was, of which I returned with subtle laughter, as I continued towards her before
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