Florita Tell tale Heart
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"I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of vulture a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees- very gradually- I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever."
The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.
They heard!-- they suspected!--they knew! they were making a mockery of my horror!- this derision! I could hear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now -- again! hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! "Villanis!" I shrieked, dissemble no more! I admit the dead!
The old mans blue vulture eye disturbs the guy.
The narrator feels free from the seeing the vulture eye.
The narrator couldn't take the guilt anymore.The sound of his heart beat gradually grew louder and louder. so he confessed that he murdered the old man
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