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The old mans hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shieked once-once only. In and instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, the deed was so far done. The old man was dead.
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture-a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded- with what caution- with what foresight-with what dissimulation. I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him
I had my head, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb sliped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying out.
There entered 3 men, who introduced themselves, with perfect sauvity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night; suspicion of foul play being aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they had been deputed to search the premices
Villains! dissemble no more! I admit to the deed!-tear up the planks! -here, here! -it is the beating of his hideous heart!
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