Tell Tale Heart
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
Irish (Eastern- Leinster, Dublin) Irish (General)Transcript
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when I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little, very, very little crevice in the lantern, so I opened it. You cannot imagine how old Stan Feli stealthily until at length a single dim memory, like the friend of a spider shot from the crevice and fell upon the vulture eye. It was open, wide, wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness. Oh, dull blue with a hideous veil over the chill, the very marrow in my bones. But I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person, for I had directed the rape, as if by instinct, precisely upon the dance spot. And now I have no told you that watch you. Mistake for madness is but over acuteness of the sense. Now I see there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that some well, it was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage. But even Yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could to maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime, the hellish tattoo of the heart increased a group quicker and quicker on louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme crew loader. Easy loader. Every moment Do you mark me? Well, I have told you that I am nervous. So I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house. So stranger noises, this excited me toe uncontrollable terror. Yet for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst and now a new anxiety seized me. The sound would be heard by a neighbour. The old man's hour had come with a loud yell. I threw the lantern and leapt into the room. He street once once only in an instant. I dragged him to the floor and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily to find the deed so far done. But for many minutes the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did no thanks me. It would not be hard for the wall at length. It ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the band and examined the corpse. Yet he was stone stone dead. I place my hand upon the heart on health that for many minutes there was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.