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at the entrance of the cemetery In a macabre irony Mary Shelley brings Victor back to the kind of scene with which,
as a student in Ingolstadt, he was well familiar, now to contemplate the unlooked-for
consequences of his earlier grave-robbing in the destruction of his family. The sudden
reappearance of his Creature in such a location—the type, as it were, of the bed on
which he was conceived—is perversely appropriate.