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Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was a groan of mortal terror.
It was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise. Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain.
When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I open a little crevice in the lantern. Like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.
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