Question

I smiled,—for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search—search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

Answer 1

The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct:—It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness—until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.

No doubt I now grew very pale;—but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased—and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound—much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped 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. Oh 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!"

Answer 2

Which narrative device is used to develop the plot in this passage?

A.flashback
B.allusion
C.suspense
D.foreshadowing

Answer 3

Its C, is that edgar allan poe? or whatever?

Answer 4

YES IT IS

Answer 5

Yup, Edgar Allan Poe The Tell-Tale Heart

Answer 6

Thanks for all the help

Answer 7

Any time :)

Answer 8

Yo! You can't be givin' out answers like that! XD

Answer 9

Eh most people dont like when you have them try to solve it. Ill help whem solve it if thay ask.

Answer 10

Well yes, but it's against the CoC (Haha. If you say it out loud, it's hilarious.) Anyways, you can say the answer, but it's best to give an explanation too. ^^

Answer 11

Ill keep that in mind.

Answer 12

Thanks.

Answer 13

i love that poem bcz someone dies!!!!
mwahahahahah

Answer 14

Oh my god! It's like we're the same person!

Answer 15

who wat, Huh???

Answer 16

Maybe you are the same person? :O

Answer 17

I love it when people die in fiction because it totally shows the lengths the author is willing to go. :D

Answer 18

YEEESSSSSS, and dbcz its death and death is funny