"Edgar Allan Poe. The Tell-Tale Heart" - читать интересную книгу автора

IN COTTON. I gasped for breath, and yet the officers heard it not. I talked
more quickly, more vehemently but the noise steadily increased. I arose and
argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the
noise steadily increased. Why WOULD they not be gone? I paced the floor to
and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the
men, but the noise steadily increased. O God! what COULD I do? I foamed - I
raved - I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and
grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually
increased. It grew louder - louder - louder! And still the men chatted
pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -
no, no? They heard! - they suspected! - they KNEW! - they were making a
mockery of my horror! - this I thought, and this I think. But anything was
better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I
could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or
die! - and now - again - hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! -
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! - tear
up the planks! - here, here! - it is the beating of his hideous heart!"