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Mamba: [https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Mystery_Tales_of_Edgar_Allan_Poe/The_Tell-Tale_Heart]
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| Soon, I heard a weak exhale, and I knew that it was the exhale of terror. It wasn't an exhale of pain or sadness, oh no! It was the quiet, held-in sound that comes from the bottom of the soul when filled with fear. I knew that sound well. Many nights, at exactly midnight, when everyone was asleep, it grew in my chest, increasing the fears that bothered me with its frightening echo. I tell you, I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I secretly thought that it was funny. I knew that he had been awake since the first slight noise when he turned in bed. His fears had been growing since then. He had tried to convince himself that they were baseless, but he couldn't. He had been telling himself, "It's just the wind in the chimney, it's just a mouse crossing the floor," or "It's just a cricket that made a single chirp." Yes, he has been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions, but he had no success. It didn't work because Death, as he approached him, made his dark shadow in front of him and wrapped him in it. And that unseen shadow made him sense, although he neither saw nor heard, my presence in the room.
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| colspan="2" | Nerxali, mi le ore daif exnafasu, ji mi le jixi ki to le sen exnafasu fe teror. To le no sen exnafasu fe guton or hazuniya, o no! To le sen lil, lilgido soti hu da exidi amikuya de ruho denwatu hu to sen pul fe fobi. Mi le kone hin soti bon. Fe multi noce, fe preciso midinoce, denwatu hu moyte le somno, to le xunjan in misu cati, maxgine fobi hu da le lawfen mi yon tosu rusoti. Mi loga tas yu, mi le jixi to bon. Mi le jixi ku lao manixu le ganjon keto, ji le ganjon simpati tas te, fe hataya ki mi le sirili fikir ki to le sen humorpul. Mi le jixi ki te le sen jage xorfe unyum lil soti denwatu hu te le jwan in bistar. Tesu fobi le xunjan xorfe denwatu. Te le xidu na dongwigi se ki
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| When I had waited a long time very patiently without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little—a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it—you cannot imagine how stealthily—until at length a single dim ray like the thread of the spider shot out from the crevice and fell upon the vulture eye.
| After waiting very patiently for a long time without hearing him lie down, I decided to open a very small crevice in the lantern. So I opened it very, very carefully until a single dim ray, like the thread of a spider, came out of the crevice and reached the vulture eye.
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| colspan="2" | Xafe na intizar daymo sabar dur lungo watu
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| It was open, wide, wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness—all a dull blue with a hideous veil over it that chilled 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 ray as if by instinct precisely upon the damned spot.
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| I smiled, because what did I have to fear? I welcomed the men. I told them that the scream was from my dream, and that the old man was away in the countryside. I guided my visitors around the house. I told them to search, and to search well. Finally, I guided them to his room. I showed them his valuables, safe and unmoved. Very confidently, I brought chairs into the room and offered them to sit down and relax, while I, feeling victorious, placed my chair above where the victim's corpse lay.
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| colspan="2" | Mi le tabasum, koski mi le hare keto cel na befobi? Mi le bonatagi manixu. Mi le loga tas ete ki ayay le sen kos
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| The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct;—it continued and became more distinct. I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling, but it continued and gained definitiveness—until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.
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| "Villains!" I screamed, "Stop pretending! I admit the crime! Remove the boards! Here, here! It's the beating of his terrible heart!"
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