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Hearken! and observe how healthily -- how calmly i can tell you the whole story.
...every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it... BUT upon the eight night..........
...I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done...yes, he was stone, stone dead...no pulsation...his eye would trouble me no more.
...I then took up three planks from the flooring...and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly...that no human eye--not even his--could have detected anything wrong...
When I had made an end of these labors...there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart,--for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police.
I bade the gentlemen welcome...I bade them search..I led them to his chamber..I brought chairs into the room...and placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim. My head ached and I fancied a ringing in my ears...
I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!
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