" He had the eye of a vulture... Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold... I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever."
" every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it-oh, so gently!... It took me an hour to place my head within the opening so far that I could see him... And I did this for seven long nights."
"Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door... I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped... the old man sprang up in the bed. Crying out- Who's there?... a single dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell upon the vulture eye."
" now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound... It was the beating of the old man's heart... With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once – only once... I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him... The old man was dead."
" First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber and deposited all between the scantlings."
" There entered three man, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police... I bade the gentlemen welcome... My manner convinced them... My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but they sat and still chatted... Was it possible they heard not? - no, no! They heard! - they suspected! - they knew!... Villains! I shrieked, dissemble no more! I admit the deed! - tear up the planks! - here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart."