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The Black Cat
conjointly from the throats of the dammed in their agony
and of the demons that exult in the damnation.
WOf my own thoughts it is
folly to speak. Swooning, I
staggered to the opposite
wall. For one instant the
party upon the stairs
remained motionless, through
extremity of terror and of
awe. In the next, a dozen stout
arms were toiling at the wall.
It fell bodily. The corpse,
already greatly decayed and
clotted with gore, stood
erect before the eyes of the
spectators.
Upon its head,
with red extended mouth
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“John dear!” said I in the
gentlest voice, “the key is down
by the front steps, under a
plantain leaf!”
That silenced him for a few
moments.
Then he said—very quietly
indeed, “Open the door, my
darling!”
“I can’t,” said I. “The key is
down by the front door under a
plantain leaf!”
And then I said it again,
several times, very gently and
slowly, and said it so often that
he had to go and see, and he got
it, of course, and came in. He
stopped short by the door.
“What is the matter?” he
cried. “For God’s sake, what are
you doing!”
shoulder.
I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my
and solitary eye of fire,
“I’ve got out at last,” said I, “in spite of you and Jennie! And I’ve
pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back!”
sat the hideous beast
whose craft had seduced me into murder,
and whose informing voice
had consigned me to the hangman.
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The Yellow Wallpaper