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id: 31469
title: The Shunned House
author: Lovecraft, H. P. (Howard Phillips)
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  giving the deep cellar a street frontage with door and one window above Not till my adult years did my uncle set before me the notes and data to the shunned house in Benefit Street. houses and bank walls of Benefit Street. of a new and finer house in Westminster Street, in the growing part of Rathbone was a practical man, and rented the Benefit Street house Harris, then owner of the house, many times before his death in 1916; half expected, that where the shunned house now stood the Roulets had at once to examine the cellar of the shunned house itself with a new and disused door opening from the cellar directly upon Benefit Street, uncle and I conveyed to the shunned house two camp chairs and a folding Carrington Harris''s house. be delivered the next morning at the cellar door of the shunned house in


id: 1062
title: First Project Gutenberg Collection of Edgar Allan Poe
author: Poe, Edgar Allan
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  Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, Then the bird said "Nevermore." while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect "It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. "Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. "Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the "The Amontillado!" I said. "Yes," I said, "let us be gone."


id: 1063
title: The Cask of Amontillado
author: Poe, Edgar Allan
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  Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. man to be respected and even feared. I said to him--"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes. "Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. "Drink," I said, presenting him the wine. "Good!" he said. We had passed through walls of piled bones, with "The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases. "It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. perceived a still interior recess, in depth about four feet in width "Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. "Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the "True," I replied; "the Amontillado." As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which "The Amontillado!" I said. "Yes," I said, "let us be gone."


id: 3715
title: The Parenticide Club
author: Bierce, Ambrose
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  Nigger Head, where my father opened a road agency and prospered beyond A few days later, when I went to Nigger Head and asked My father said he was proud of me, and my mother promised that uncle''s house, near Nigger Head, asked my Aunt Mary, his wife, if he humbler walks of life, my father being a manufacturer of dog-oil and business of making dog-oil was, naturally, less unpopular, though the One evening while passing my father''s oil factory with the body of a The next day, somewhat to my surprise, my father, rubbing his hands way; then my poor, wounded father, feeling the hand of death upon him, mother was likely to enter the library at any moment. former father," I said, "I presume that it is known to you that you hands and knees, and backing up to the old man squealed like a demon


id: 8492
title: The King in Yellow
author: Chambers, Robert W. (Robert William)
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  "Yes," he said, "it is time that you saw your cousin Louis." "Really, old chap," he said, "I don''t mean to run down a man you like, the man on the floor raised his head and turned a convulsed face to Mr. Wilde. "I saw her going to early mass," I said, "and she looked as fresh and Then, lifting his head from his hands, he said, "Open the letter, Alec; stepped before her I thought a look of fear came into her beautiful eyes. For a moment she stood silent, then looking at me she said. said, a sound of voices came across the moor, and the girl rose to her "Yes," said Trent, and he went out softly closing the door behind. "They look like bad old men, Mr. Bladen," said the girl. Clifford opened his eyes, but said nothing. "You cut the studio to-day," said Elliott, suddenly turning on Clifford,


id: 13334
author: Bierce, Ambrose
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  fell away from his weapon, his head slowly dropped until his face rested answered, he turned away his eyes and said no more. closing either eye he could look a little way along the barrel--to the If he turned away his eyes an instant it was to look for muzzle against the man''s forehead, and turning away his eyes pulled the away the dying man''s shirt, rose and placed the point of the sword just the eyes, not unkindly, and said: "It is a bad night, my man." impassive, looking into the man''s face, but apparently not attentive to "Captain," he said, acknowledging the officer''s salute, "this man is a "Look here, Governor," said the younger man, with a smile that had more That officer stood forward, his dark saturnine face looking somewhat Captain Graffenreid stood at the head of his company, the dead man at The men looked at the body, touching the face in turn.

title:
  The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce — Volume 2: In the Midst of Life: Tales of Soldiers and Civilians


