Justine Moritz

I came from a broken family. After the death of my mother, I was "adopted" by the Frankenstein's much like Elizabeth. (Madame Moritz, her mother, was a widow with four children, of whom Justine was the third. This girl had always been the favourite of her father; but, through a strange perversity, her mother could not endure her, and, after the death of M. Moritz, treated her very ill. My aunt observed this; and, when Justine was twelve years of age, prevailed on her mother to allow her to live at her house. page 49) Despite being their servant, the Frankenstein family never considered me below their station. I had been living with them since age twelve and Victor and I grew up together. I became fond of all the members of the family, especially Caroline.

My life turned! Someone had framed me for poor William's murder. A photograph that William was carrying was found in my pocket. But, I confessed falsely to the crime out of fear of going to Hell. My sentence: Execution