I love the old man. He never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye. One of his eyes resembles that of a vulture.
when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name. I looked upon him while he slept.
When my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man spring up in the bed crying out "who's there". I kept quite still and said nothing for a whole hour.
With a loud yell and threw open the lantern and leaped into the room, he shrieked once only. I pulled the heavy bed over him and smiled gaily to find a deed so far done.
it was 4 o'clock still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, Eric came in knocking at the screen door. I went down to open it was a light heart for what had I am now to fear? They're entered men who introduced himself what is perfect suavity as officers of the police.
I heard the heartbeat it was getting louder and louder. I feel that I must scream or die and now again! Hart! Louder! I admit the deed! tear of the planes here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!