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Mes hwath ny wrug vy mann ha gortos stag. Ny anellis skant. My a synsis an lugarn heb gwaya. My a assayas mentena an dewyn war’n lagas, orth y waya an lyha dell allen. Yn kettermyn, tatou yfarnek an golon a gressyas. Uskissa hag uskissa, ughella hag ughella, y teuth ha bos, pub pols. Certan yw, dres eghen veu euthekter an den koth! Y teuth ha bos ughella, dell lavarav, pub pols ughella! A wrewgh hwi ow merkya yn ta? My re dherivas dhywgh ow bos nervus: yndella yth ov. Ha lemmyn, yn our marow an nos, yn-mysk taw euthyk an chi koth na, tros mar goynt avel hemma a’m lenwis gans browagh na yllis y rewlya. Mes, dres nebes mynysennow pella my a wortas stag. Mes an bommyn a dheuth ha bos ughella, ughella! Dell dybis, res veu dhe’n golon tardha. Ha lemmyn ahwer nowydh a’m sesyas–an son a via klewys gans kentrevek! Our an kothwas re dhothya! Yn-dann gria yn ughel, my a ygoras an lugarn yn unn dewlel, ha lamma y’n stevel. Ev a usas unweyth–unweyth hepken. Distowgh, my a’n draylyas dhe’n leur, ha tenna an gweli poos dresto. My a vinhwarthas yn lowen ena, drefen bos an ober ogas ha gwrys. Mes, dres meur a vynysennow, an golon a besyas polsa, gans son kepar hag euryor maylyes yn koton. Byttegyns, ny wrug henna ow throbla; ny via klewys dres an fos. Wortiwedh, y hedhis. Marow o an kothwas. My a removas an gweli ha hwithra an korf. Yn hwir, marow sygh o ev. My a settyas ow dorn war’n golon hag y synsi ena lies mynysen. Nyns esa pols vyth. Marow sygh o ev. Ny wrussa y lagas ow throbla namoy.
But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man’s terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment!—do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me—the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man’s hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once—once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.