It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. ...He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.
Who's there?!
Of course! You all are always welcome to enter. I believe the shriek my neighbors heard earlier was my own from a dream.
We've received a report that there was some noise that aroused suspicion around this area. If you don't mind, may we search the premises.
"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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