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<title>The Tell-Tale Heart 3</title>
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out - "Who's there?"
ɓă^̕OƂƂAuL̗ߋ̏Ŏ肪ׂĂ܂AƁA̎AVlNāuNvƓ{̂łB
I kept quite still and said nothing.
͕ĂȂ悤ɂƂĐo܂łB
For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down.
䂤ɈꎞԂ̊ԁAؓЂƂɂ܂AVlQɐg鉹Ă܂łB
He was still sitting up in the bed listening;
܂āAƐĝNĂ̂łB
- just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
傤ǎ̂Ă邱ƂƓ悤ɁA邲Ɩ邲ƁAǂ̒̎Ԓ̗Ă鉹ɎXĂ̂ł܂B
Presently I heard a slight groan,
̂ɁAȂ߂Ă܂B
and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror.
͎̐ɑ΂鋰|ł߂ƂƂ킩܂B
It was not a groan of pain or of grief - oh, no!- 
ɂYł߂ł͂܂B
it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe.
ꂪE𒴂ƂẢꂩ킫オĂ鑧E悤ȒႢ߂łB
I knew the sound well.
͂̐悭ɂ܂B
Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me.
͎̋̓畦オĂāA||𐶂݁AɂȂ肻ȋ낵点Ă̂łB
I say I knew it well.
悭Ȃ̂łB
I knew what the old man felt,
āAVlvĂ邩킩Ă܂B
and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart.
͓Sł͖ʔĂ̂́AVlɗ݂Ă܂B
I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed.
ŏɔȕɂāA̒ŐQԂĂƂ́AƖꂸɂ悤ł܂B
His fears had been ever since growing upon him.
ȗA|Sǂǂ傫ȂĂ̂ł傤B
He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not.
R̂炾ƍl悤Ƃ̂ł傤AłȂ̂łB
He had been saying to himself -
ŎɂĂ̂łB
"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney
ủ͒gF̉˂ɕ񂾂B
- it is only a mouse crossing the floor,"
̏lY~ʂ낤Bv
or
ƂA
"It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp."
uRIMƖ̂ƂvƁB
Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions:
ӂɍlĎŎԂ߂Ă̂łB
but he had found all in vain.
łAȎĂ݂ƂŁAɂȂ͂Ȃ̂łB
All in vain;
ĂʂȂ̂łB
because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim.
Ƃ̂VlɔEъĂɐ_eł𕢂AVle̒ɕ߂Ă܂Ă̂łB
And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel - although he neither saw nor heard - to feel the presence of my head within the room.
Vl̖ڂɌƂAɕƂAQɓĂƂƂVlɊ̂́A̎p̌Ȃe͂̂Ȃ̂ł܂B
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.
VlɉɂȂ鉹ʂ܂܁AԂ񒷂ԂƐhđ҂Ă̂łÁAA{ɂق̏^̕JĂ낤ƌS܂B

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