By Edgar Allan Poe
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Illustration by Harry Clarke
He cried once, and only once. I forced him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I smiled as I thought that he was nearly dead.
But for many minutes, the heart beat on with a quiet sound. This did not concern me. It was not loud enough to be heard. After some time it stopped. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the body....