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"
And
you
have
not
seen
it
?
"
he
said
abruptly
,
after
having
stared
about
him
for
some
moments
in
silence
--
"
you
have
not
then
seen
it
?
--
but
,
stay
!
you
shall
.
"
Thus
speaking
,
and
having
carefully
shaded
his
lamp
,
he
hurried
to
one
of
the
casements
,
and
threw
it
freely
open
to
the
storm
.
The
impetuous
fury
of
the
entering
gust
nearly
lifted
us
from
our
feet
.
It
was
,
indeed
,
a
tempestuous
yet
sternly
beautiful
night
,
and
one
wildly
singular
in
its
terror
and
its
beauty
.
A
whirlwind
had
apparently
collected
its
force
in
our
vicinity
;
for
there
were
frequent
and
violent
alterations
in
the
direction
of
the
wind
;
and
the
exceeding
density
of
the
clouds
(
which
hung
so
low
as
to
press
upon
the
turrets
of
the
house
)
did
not
prevent
our
perceiving
the
life-like
velocity
with
which
they
flew
careering
from
all
points
against
each
other
,
without
passing
away
into
the
distance
.
I
say
that
even
their
exceeding
density
did
not
prevent
our
perceiving
this
--
yet
we
had
no
glimpse
of
the
moon
or
stars
,
nor
was
there
any
flashing
forth
of
the
lightning
.
But
the
under
surfaces
of
the
huge
masses
of
agitated
vapor
,
as
well
as
all
terrestrial
objects
immediately
around
us
,
were
glowing
in
the
unnatural
light
of
a
faintly
luminous
and
distinctly
visible
gaseous
exhalation
which
hung
about
and
enshrouded
the
mansion
.
"
You
must
not
--
you
shall
not
behold
this
!
"
said
I
,
shuddering
,
to
Usher
,
as
I
led
him
,
with
a
gentle
violence
,
from
the
window
to
a
seat
.
"
These
appearances
,
which
bewilder
you
,
are
merely
electrical
phenomena
not
uncommon
--
or
it
may
be
that
they
have
their
ghastly
origin
in
the
rank
miasma
of
the
tarn
.
Let
us
close
this
casement
;
--
the
air
is
chilling
and
dangerous
to
your
frame
.
Here
is
one
of
your
favorite
romances
.
I
will
read
,
and
you
shall
listen
:
--
and
so
we
will
pass
away
this
terrible
night
together
.
"
The
antique
volume
which
I
had
taken
up
was
the
"
Mad
Trist
"
of
Sir
Launcelot
Canning
;
but
I
had
called
it
a
favorite
of
Usher
's
more
in
sad
jest
than
in
earnest
;
for
,
in
truth
,
there
is
little
in
its
uncouth
and
unimaginative
prolixity
which
could
have
had
interest
for
the
lofty
and
spiritual
ideality
of
my
friend
.
It
was
,
however
,
the
only
book
immediately
at
hand
;
and
I
indulged
a
vague
hope
that
the
excitement
which
now
agitated
the
hypochondriac
,
might
find
relief
(
for
the
history
of
mental
disorder
is
full
of
similar
anomalies
)
even
in
the
extremeness
of
the
folly
which
I
should
read
.
Could
I
have
judged
,
indeed
,
by
the
wild
overstrained
air
of
vivacity
with
which
he
hearkened
,
or
apparently
hearkened
,
to
the
words
of
the
tale
,
I
might
well
have
congratulated
myself
upon
the
success
of
my
design
.
I
had
arrived
at
that
well-known
portion
of
the
story
where
Ethelred
,
the
hero
of
the
Trist
,
having
sought
in
vain
for
peaceable
admission
into
the
dwelling
of
the
hermit
,
proceeds
to
make
good
an
entrance
by
force
.
Here
,
it
will
be
remembered
,
the
words
of
the
narrative
run
thus
:
"
And
Ethelred
,
who
was
by
nature
of
a
doughty
heart
,
and
who
was
now
mighty
withal
,
on
account
of
the
powerfulness
of
the
wine
which
he
had
drunken
,
waited
no
longer
to
hold
parley
with
the
hermit
,
who
,
in
sooth
,
was
of
an
obstinate
and
maliceful
turn
,
but
,
feeling
the
rain
upon
his
shoulders
,
and
fearing
the
rising
of
the
tempest
,
uplifted
his
mace
outright
,
and
,
with
blows
,
made
quickly
room
in
the
plankings
of
the
door
for
his
gauntleted
hand
;
and
now
pulling
therewith
sturdily
,
he
so
cracked
,
and
ripped
,
and
tore
all
asunder
,
that
the
noise
of
the
dry
and
hollow-sounding
wood
alarumed
and
reverberated
throughout
the
forest
.
"
At
the
termination
of
this
sentence
I
started
and
,
for
a
moment
,
paused
;
for
it
appeared
to
me
(
although
I
at
once
concluded
that
my
excited
fancy
had
deceived
me
)
--
it
appeared
to
me
that
,
from
some
very
remote
portion
of
the
mansion
,
there
came
,
indistinctly
to
my
ears
,
what
might
have
been
,
in
its
exact
similarity
of
character
,
the
echo
(
but
a
stifled
and
dull
one
certainly
)
of
the
very
cracking
and
ripping
sound
which
Sir
Launcelot
had
so
particularly
described
.
It
was
,
beyond
doubt
,
the
coincidence
alone
which
had
arrested
my
attention
;
for
,
amid
the
rattling
of
the
sashes
of
the
casements
,
and
the
ordinary
commingled
noises
of
the
still
increasing
storm
,
the
sound
,
in
itself
,
had
nothing
,
surely
,
which
should
have
interested
or
disturbed
me
.
I
continued
the
story
:
"
But
the
good
champion
Ethelred
,
now
entering
within
the
door
,
was
sore
enraged
and
amazed
to
perceive
no
signal
of
the
maliceful
hermit
;
but
,
in
the
stead
thereof
,
a
dragon
of
a
scaly
and
prodigious
demeanor
,
and
of
a
fiery
tongue
,
which
sat
in
guard
before
a
palace
of
gold
,
with
a
floor
of
silver
;
and
upon
the
wall
there
hung
a
shield
of
shining
brass
with
this
legend
enwritten
--
Who
entereth
herein
,
a
conqueror
hath
bin
;
