The Works of Edgar Allan Poe

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  Downstillunceasinglystillinevitablydown!Igaspedandstruggledateachvibration。Ishrunkconvulsivelyatitseverysweep。Myeyesfolloweditsoutwardorupwardwhirlswiththeeagernessofthemostunmeaningdespair;theyclosedthemselvesspasmodicallyatthedescent,althoughdeathwouldhavebeenarelief,oh!howunspeakable!StillIquiveredineverynervetothinkhowslightasinkingofthemachinerywouldprecipitatethatkeen,glisteningaxeuponmybosom。Itwashopethatpromptedthenervetoquivertheframetoshrink。Itwashopethehopethattriumphsontherackthatwhisperstothedeath-condemnedeveninthedungeonsoftheInquisition。

  Isawthatsometenortwelvevibrationswouldbringthesteelinactualcontactwithmyrobe,andwiththisobservationtheresuddenlycameovermyspiritallthekeen,collectedcalmnessofdespair。ForthefirsttimeduringmanyhoursorperhapsdaysIthought。Itnowoccurredtomethatthebandage,orsurcingle,whichenvelopedme,wasunique。Iwastiedbynoseparatecord。Thefirststrokeoftherazorlikecrescentathwartanyportionoftheband,wouldsodetachitthatitmightbeunwoundfrommypersonbymeansofmylefthand。Buthowfearful,inthatcase,theproximityofthesteel!Theresultoftheslighteststrugglehowdeadly!Wasitlikely,moreover,thattheminionsofthetorturerhadnotforeseenandprovidedforthispossibility!Wasitprobablethatthebandagecrossedmybosominthetrackofthependulum?Dreadingtofindmyfaint,and,asitseemed,inlasthopefrustrated,Isofarelevatedmyheadastoobtainadistinctviewofmybreast。Thesurcingleenvelopedmylimbsandbodycloseinalldirectionssaveinthepathofthedestroyingcrescent。

  ScarcelyhadIdroppedmyheadbackintoitsoriginalposition,whenthereflasheduponmymindwhatIcannotbetterdescribethanastheunformedhalfofthatideaofdeliverancetowhichIhavepreviouslyalluded,andofwhichamoietyonlyfloatedindeterminatelythroughmybrainwhenIraisedfoodtomyburninglips。Thewholethoughtwasnowpresentfeeble,scarcelysane,scarcelydefinite,butstillentire。Iproceededatonce,withthenervousenergyofdespair,toattemptitsexecution。

  FormanyhourstheimmediatevicinityofthelowframeworkuponwhichIlay,hadbeenliterallyswarmingwithrats。Theywerewild,bold,ravenous;theirredeyesglaringuponmeasiftheywaitedbutformotionlessnessonmyparttomakemetheirprey。“Towhatfood。”I

  thought,“havetheybeenaccustomedinthewell?”

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