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He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold
I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.
There you go, chap.
So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
The old man's hour had come! In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
First of all I dismembered the corpse. and deposited all between the scantlings
"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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