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<title>The Tell-Tale Heart 1</title>
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TRUE!
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- nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous I had been
͐_oɁAȂ荓_oɂȂĂ̂ł܂B
and am;
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but why will you say that I am mad?
Ȃ̂ɁAǂ킯RłȂl͎̋CӂĂȂǂƂ̂ł傤H@
The disease had sharpened my senses
aĈŐ_oߕqɂȂĂ̂Ƃł܂B
- not destroyed - not dulled them.
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Above all was the sense of hearing acute.
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I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth.
ɂ͓Vƒn̂ǂȉł邱Ƃł܂B
I heard many things in hell.
n̉񎨂ɂ܂B
How, then, am I mad?
Ȃ̂ɁAǂĎ̋CӂĂ̂ł傤H@
Hearken!
ȂAǂ悭ɂȂĉ܂B
and observe how healthily - how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
ɂ܂ƂɁAɗĎ̈ꕔnIbł邩ɂȂƂ낵ł傤B
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain;
ǂĂlŏɓɕ񂾂̂ł킩܂B
but once conceived, it haunted me day and night.
łAvĂ܂ƒӂ܂ł̍lɂėȂȂĂ܂̂ł܂B
Object there was none.
ړIȂǂ낤͂܂B
Passion there was none.
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I loved the old man.
̘͂VlĂ܂B
He had never wronged me.
VlsȈ󂯂Ƃ͂܂B
He had never given me insult.
𕎐J悤ȂƂ͌Ă܂łB
For his gold I had no desire.
̘Vl̍YقƖ]񂾂Ƃ܂B
I think it was his eye!
AłA̘Vl̖ڂ̂łI@
yes, 
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it was this!
܂܂B
He had the eye of a vulture - a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
̓Ñ̂悤ȊA̒ǂƂ̊Ȃ̂ł܂B
Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold;
̊Ōƌ܂đ̒̌tĂ܂悤ɂȂ̂łB
and so by degrees - very gradually - I made up my mind to take the life of the old man,
킯Ŏ͏XɁA掟ɁA̘Vl̖΂Ă낤ƐSɌ߂̂ł܂B
and thus rid myself of the eye 	forever.
Ήivɂ̊Ⴉ瓦̂łB
Now this is the point.
āA̐SȂƂł܂B
You fancy me mad.
Ȃl͎lƎvĂBA
Madmen know nothing.
lԂȂ牽킩͂Ȃł傤B
But you should have seen me.
vȂAĂ΂悩̂łB
You should have seen how wisely I proceeded - with what caution - with what foresight - with what dissimulation I went to work!
ǂقǌApSɂ͗pSdˁA̐܂ōlāAVlɋCÂʂ悤ǂȂɂ肰Ȃ𑕂čsAĂ΂悩̂łB
I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.
̘VlE܂ł̈TԂƂA͂ȏȂ炢VlɗDڂ܂B
And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it
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- oh so gently!
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And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head.
̓߂邭炢JāA؂̌RȂ悤ɂۂƑŜɕ|^ÂȃJeāAꂩ玩̓𒆂ɓ܂B
Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in!
ƂɂȂAȂď肢ɓꂽ񂾁IƂ΂ɂȂ͂łB

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