TitleMan doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will

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TitleHere again he made an anxious examination of the paper.

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TitleThe black cat

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TitleUpon its head, with red, extended mouth and solitary eye of fire, sat the hideous beast.

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TitleShe stood alone.

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TitleDown-steadily down it crept.

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TitleI then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings

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TitleThe eight ourang-outangs waited patiently until midnight, before making their appearance.

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Title´Dead! dead!´ absolutely bursting from the tongue and not from the lips of the sufferer.

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TitleAs for Luchesi-he is an ignoramus.

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TitleWe are plunging madly within the grasp of the whirlpool—and amid a roaring, and bellowing, and thundering of ocean [...]

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TitleSi sepulchrum amicae visitarem, curas meas aliquantulum fore levatas.

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TitleAnd thus joy suddenly faded into horror, and the most beautiful became the most hideous.

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TitleMan doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will

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TitleThere streamed forth into the rushing atmosphere of the chamber, huge masses of long and disheveled hair; it was blacker [...]

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TitleWe ... made our way, with toil, into the scarcely less gloomy apartments of the upper portion of the house.

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TitleBut then without those doors there did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the Lady Madeline of Usher..

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TitleThere were much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of [...]

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TitleNow raise yourself up a little higher; hold on to the grass if you feel giddy — so, and look out, beyond the belt of vapor...

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TitleIn a small paved yard in the rear ... lay the corpse of the old lady.

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TitleThe gigantic animal had seized Madame L’Espanaye by the hair, (which was loose, as she had been combing it).

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TitleHe tore it, made it fast about the neck, and so dragged his victim to the brink of the river.

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TitleThere, at some obscure wharf, he would have leaped on land

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TitleD—— rushed to a casement, threw it open, and looked out.

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Title´It is a firstling of the flock,´ said Abel-Phittim.

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