Previous Next. Justine Moritz Click the character infographic to download. Kirwin M. Waldman M. What's Up With the Ending? Setting What's Up With the Epigraph? Tired of ads? Join today and never see them again. Get started. That she had been bewildered when questioned by the market-woman was not surprising, since she had passed a sleepless night and the fate of poor William was yet uncertain.
Concerning the picture she could give no account. But here also I am checked. I believe that I have no enemy on earth, and none surely would have been so wicked as to destroy me wantonly. Did the murderer place it there? I know of no opportunity afforded him for so doing; or, if I had, why should he have stolen the jewel, to part with it again so soon?
I beg permission to have a few witnesses examined concerning my character, and if their testimony shall not overweigh my supposed guilt, I must be condemned, although I would pledge my salvation on my innocence. Several witnesses were called who had known her for many years, and they spoke well of her; but fear and hatred of the crime of which they supposed her guilty rendered them timorous and unwilling to come forward.
Elizabeth saw even this last resource, her excellent dispositions and irreproachable conduct, about to fail the accused, when, although violently agitated, she desired permission to address the court. It may therefore be judged indecent in me to come forward on this occasion, but when I see a fellow creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character.
I am well acquainted with the accused. I have lived in the same house with her, at one time for five and at another for nearly two years. During all that period she appeared to me the most amiable and benevolent of human creatures. She nursed Madame Frankenstein, my aunt, in her last illness, with the greatest affection and care and afterwards attended her own mother during a tedious illness, in a manner that excited the admiration of all who knew her, after which she again lived in my uncle's house, where she was beloved by all the family.
She was warmly attached to the child who is now dead and acted towards him like a most affectionate mother. For my own part, I do not hesitate to say that, notwithstanding all the evidence produced against her, I believe and rely on her perfect innocence.
She had no temptation for such an action; as to the bauble on which the chief proof rests, if she had earnestly desired it, I should have willingly given it to her, so much do I esteem and value her. A murmur of approbation followed Elizabeth's simple and powerful appeal, but it was excited by her generous interference, and not in favour of poor Justine, on whom the public indignation was turned with renewed violence, charging her with the blackest ingratitude.
She herself wept as Elizabeth spoke, but she did not answer. My own agitation and anguish was extreme during the whole trial. I believed in her innocence; I knew it. I could not sustain the horror of my situation, and when I perceived that the popular voice and the countenances of the judges had already condemned my unhappy victim, I rushed out of the court in agony.
The tortures of the accused did not equal mine; she was sustained by innocence, but the fangs of remorse tore my bosom and would not forgo their hold. I passed a night of unmingled wretchedness. In the morning I went to the court; my lips and throat were parched. I dared not ask the fatal question, but I was known, and the officer guessed the cause of my visit.
The ballots had been thrown; they were all black, and Justine was condemned. I cannot pretend to describe what I then felt. I had before experienced sensations of horror, and I have endeavoured to bestow upon them adequate expressions, but words cannot convey an idea of the heart-sickening despair that I then endured.
The person to whom I addressed myself added that Justine had already confessed her guilt. This was strange and unexpected intelligence; what could it mean? Had my eyes deceived me? And was I really as mad as the whole world would believe me to be if I disclosed the object of my suspicions?
I hastened to return home, and Elizabeth eagerly demanded the result. Select one: a. Do not fear. Justine, in Mary Shelley's novel Frankenstein, initially sates that she is innocent of the murder of William. I will proclaim, I will prove your innocence. Justine was said to have confessed falsely to the murder of William. You, my playfellow, my companion, my sister, perish on the scaffold! Forgive me for having for one moment distrusted you. The next day, however, when he returns home, Victor learns that Justine has been accused of the murder.
The monster kills Victor's younger brother William upon learning of the boy's relation to his hated creator. When Frankenstein retreats to the mountains, the monster approaches him at the summit and asks his creator to build him a female mate.
How does Victor's guilt affect his health? His health going to be affected because he thinks that he is guilty and he is the reason that William died. He has seen the monster where William died and he thinks that the monster killed his brother.
In the result of that he gets depressed and sad and he doesn't talk much. Victor was scared and ashamed of his creation. He doesn't hunt down the monster because he wanted to distance himself, basically forget it ever happened. Walton has many similar characteristics to Frankenstein , being driven by a desire for discovery. He also suffers from loneliness - again, this is like Victor and, indeed, the Monster. Walton's ambitious nature is linked to Victor's.
At the start of the novel, Victor Frankenstein is a generally sympathetic character with an enquiring mind and an interest in scientific development. However, his ambition leads him to become arrogant and extremely single-minded. In Kenneth Oppel's novel This Dark Endeavor and its sequel Such Wicked Intent, Frankenstein is portrayed as a year- old aspiring scientist who creates his own creature from the body of his deceased twin brother, Konrad.
To begin with, mothers in Frankenstein are quite short-lived. Justine, the Frankensteins' housekeeper, is falsely convicted of the murder of Victor's younger brother, also grows up motherless.
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