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NaThe Pest

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  • True! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? 
  • It haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me.
  •  I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man.
  • Now this is the point, You should have seen how wisely I proceeded with what dissimulation I went to work!
  • About midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it. I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep
  • I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. 
  • And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously. The old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"
  • He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney. Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions.
  • He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney. Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions.
  • I resolved to open a little crevice in the lantern. I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.
  • The old man was dead. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever.
  • It was the beating of the old man's heart. I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
  • It was four o'clock, there came a knocking at the street door. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. The officers were satisfied. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears
  • I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? It grew louder --louder --louder!Was it possible they heard not? I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer!
  • "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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