I approached the House of Usher that held "images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eyelike windows. "
This is a very depressing, dreary home.
Rodrick "greeted me with a vivacious warmth which had much in it, I at first thought of an overdone cordiality-of the constrained effort of the ennuye man of the world."
My sister, Madeline is very sick.
I feel like the next time I see her she will be dead.
"We replaced and screwed down the lid, and, having secured the door of iron, made our way, with toil, into the scarcely less gloomy apartments of the upper portion of the house."
Lady Madeline is no more.
Her skin does not look dead...I think this room is right under mine.
"His air appalled me-but anything was preferable to the solitude which I had so long endured, and I even welcomed his presence as a relief."
And you have not seen it? you have not then seen it?-but stay! you shall.
There did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of lady Madeline of Usher...then, with a low moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and in her violent and now final death agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated.
"From that chamber, and from that mansion, I fled aghast...my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder...and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "House of Usher.""