Падение дома Ашеров

           Completelyunnerved,Ileapedtomyfeet;butthemeasuredrockingmovementofUsherwasundisturbed. Irushedtothechairinwhichhesat. Hiseyeswerebentfixedlybeforehim,andthroughouthiswholecountenancetherereignedastonyrigidity. But,asIplacedmyhanduponhisshoulder,therecameastrongshudderoverhiswholeperson;asicklysmilequiveredabouthislips;andIsawthathespokeinalow,hurried,andgibberingmurmur,asifunconsciousofmypresence. Bendingcloselyoverhim,Iatlengthdrankinthehideousimportofhiswords. 

           “Nothearit?—yes,Ihearit,andhaveheardit. Long—long—long—manyminutes,manyhours,manydays,haveIheardit—yetIdarednot—oh,pityme,miserablewretchthatIam!—Idarednot—Idarednotspeak! Wehaveputherlivinginthetomb! SaidInotthatmysenseswereacute? InowtellyouthatIheardherfirstfeeblemovementsinthehollowcoffin.