“Well?” she asked. “What is it?”

Rochester looked down at her. The corners of his mouth slowly unbent.

“Have you ever heard,” he whispered in her ear, “of the legend of the Frankenstein?”

CHAPTER V

A MORNING WALK

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My dear Henry,” Lady Mary said, a few days later, swinging round in her chair from the writing-table, “whatever in this world induced you to encourage that extraordinary person Bertrand Saton to settle down in this part of the world?”