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  • How, then, am I mad? I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was his eye! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture - a pale blue eye.
  • I made up my mind to take the life of an old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it. Oh, so gently! I thrust it in !  Moved it slowly-very,very slowly. And I did this for seventh nights, the vulture eye always closed.
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  • Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in openning the door. I had my head in, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening and the old man sprang up in bed: "Who's there". I kept quite and said nothing for an hour. Presently, I heard a slight groan, I knew the sound well. I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I dragged him to the floor, pulled the heavy bed over him. The old men was dead. I removed the bed and examined his corpse. He  was stone dead.
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  • The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all, I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head, legs, and arms. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replace the the boards so cleverly, so cunningly that no human eye - not even his - could have dectected anything wrong
  • Four o'clock - still dark as midnight. There came a knocking at the street door. POLICE! I smiled-for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. I took the visitors all over the house, they search-search well. I led them to his chamber. I brought chairs and placed my own seat upon the very spot which reposed the corpse of the old man. And they started to chat satisfactorily, they chatted familiar things.
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  • But, erelong , I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears. The ringing became more distinct but I talked more fluently. But the noise steadily increase. Why would they not be gone? Oh God! What could I do? I foamed-I raved-I swore! I grew louder-louder-louder! They heard!-they suspected!-they knew!- they were making a mockery of my horror!- this I thought.
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