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  • TRUE!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had beenand am; but why will you say that I am mad?"The diseasehad sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them".
  • I heard all things inthe heaven and in the earth.
  • I loved theold man. He had never wronged me. He had never given meinsult. For his gold I had no desire. "I think it was his eye!yes, it was this"!
  • One of his eyes resembled that of avulture a pale blue eye.
  • "With aloud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room".He shrieked once—once only. In an instant I dragged him tothe floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
  • I was never kinder to the old man than during thewhole week before I killed him.
  • "I then took up three planks from the flooring of thechamber, and deposited all between the scantlings". I thenreplaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no humaneye—not even his—could have detected any thing wrong.There was nothing to wash out—no stain of any kind—noblood-spot whatever.
  • I had been too wary for that. A tub hadcaught all ha! ha!
  • As the bell sounded thehour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went downto open it with a light heart,—"for what had I now to fear"?There entered three men, who introduced themselves, withperfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had beenheard by a neighbor during the night; suspicion of foul playhad been aroused; information had been lodged at the policeoffice, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search thepremises.
  • We have heard something suspicious.
  • "I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone". Myhead ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still theysat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct:—itcontinued and became more distinct: I talked more freely toget rid of the feeling: but it continued and gaineddefinitiveness—until, at length, I found that the noise wasnot within my ears.
  • Villains! Disassemble no more!
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