every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it.. when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a lantern closed, and then I thrust in my head. but he heard me on the eighth night.
pulled the heavy bed over him
The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream.
The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country.
A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night
ringing in my ears: but still they sat, and still chatted.No doubt I now grew very pale; but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased and what could I do?
“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here!—