By Edgar Allen Poe
I'm not mad! The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them
Edgar was thinking
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. sO I HAD TO KILL HIM.
SO I STARTED WATCHING HIM every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head.
I'M NOT MADDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEN ONE NIGHT I HAD TO KILL HIM. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the Pillow and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more. sO I CLEANED IT UP AND LEFT NOT A SINGLE CLUE
A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they had been deputed to search the premises. I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. I HAD NOTHING TO HIDE
THEN I INVITED THEM TO SIT AND CHAT RIGHT OVER THE BODY AND I STARTED GOING CRAZY I COULD HEAR SOMETHING hIS HEART! AND I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!"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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