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- TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why willyou say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — notdulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heavenand in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observehow healthily— how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
- I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture— a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; andso by degrees — very gradually — I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, andthus rid myself of the eye for ever.
- I found the eye always closed; and so it wasimpossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye.
- It was open — wide, wide open — and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw itwith perfect distinctness — all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the verymarrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man’s face or person: for Ihad directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.
- They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, erelong, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied aringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct:—it continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: butit continued and gained definitiveness — until, at length, I found that the noise was notwithin my ears.
- “Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed! — tear up the planks! —here, here! — it is the beating of his hideous heart!”
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