Yet I dared not speak!
I dread the events of
the external air. The now
miraculous luster of the picture
would be seen, he said, with a low
and indefinite sound
which came through a remote portion
of its meaning. I still retained
sufficient presence of mind to
avoid exciting my imagination by slow yet
certain condensation of an
atmosphere of soul.
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Texts used: a) The Fall of the House of Usher, E.A. Poe
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