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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.
i had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in the bed.
Presently i heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. I knew what the old man felt and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart.
It is nothing but the wind in the chimney
Villans! dissemble no more! I admit the deed! tear up the planks! here, here! it is the beating the beating of his hideous heart!
A single dim ray, like the thread of a spider shot from out the crevice and full upon the vulture eye. it was open- wide, wide open!- and i grew furious as I grazed upon it. The old man's hour had come! At length it ceased, the old man was dead.
There entered three men who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police.
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