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A collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s short fiction, ordered by date of publication.

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The Telltale Heart

low, dull, quick sound⁠—much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton . I gasped for breath⁠—and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly⁠—more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men⁠—but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed⁠—I raved⁠—I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder⁠—louder⁠— louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God!⁠—no, no! They heard!⁠—they suspected!⁠—they knew !⁠—they were making a mockery of my horror!⁠—this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! 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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