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TRUE!--nervous--very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and nigh.
I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture-- a pale blue eye
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. he had never give me insult. For his gold I had no desire.
I had to get rid of the eye so I cautiously oh so cautiously peeked into his room at midnight to spy on him and see the vulture eye
upon the 8th night past midnight
The lamp slipped and woke up the old man who yelled, But I stood there and waited
Who's There!!
then after hours and hours I finally did it, but few minutes later there was a knock at the door with police on the other side
we talked in the same place I burred the old man until the sound of the old mans heart beat made me confess
"Villains 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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