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The Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe
art by Sarah LaSalvia
True!-nervous-very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am! but why will you say that I am mad? ... Hearken! and observe how healthily- how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
Object there was none. Passion there was none. 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 this! He had the eye of a vulture- a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
Every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept. And I did this for seven long nights- but I found the eye always closed.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. It was open- wide, wide open- and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. He shrieked once- once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. The old man was dead. I dismembered him and deposited him in the flooring of the chamber.
It grew louder-louder-louder! And still the men chattered pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!-no, no! They heard!-they suspected!-they knew! "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!-tear up the planks-here, here!-it is beating of his hideous heart!"
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