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I
had
so
worked
upon
my
imagination
as
really
to
believe
that
about
the
whole
mansion
and
domain
there
hung
an
atmosphere
peculiar
to
themselves
and
their
immediate
vicinity
--
an
atmosphere
which
had
no
affinity
with
the
air
of
heaven
,
but
which
had
reeked
up
from
the
decayed
trees
,
and
the
gray
wall
,
and
the
silent
tarn
--
a
pestilent
and
mystic
vapor
,
dull
,
sluggish
,
faintly
discernible
,
and
leaden-hued
.
Shaking
off
from
my
spirit
what
must
have
been
a
dream
,
I
scanned
more
narrowly
the
real
aspect
of
the
building
.
Its
principal
feature
seemed
to
be
that
of
an
excessive
antiquity
.
The
discoloration
of
ages
had
been
great
.
Minute
fungi
overspread
the
whole
exterior
,
hanging
in
a
fine
tangled
web-work
from
the
eaves
.
Yet
all
this
was
apart
from
any
extraordinary
dilapidation
.
No
portion
of
the
masonry
had
fallen
;
and
there
appeared
to
be
a
wild
inconsistency
between
its
still
perfect
adaptation
of
parts
,
and
the
crumbling
condition
of
the
individual
stones
.
In
this
there
was
much
that
reminded
me
of
the
specious
totality
of
old
wood-work
which
has
rotted
for
long
years
in
some
neglected
vault
,
with
no
disturbance
from
the
breath
of
the
external
air
.
Beyond
this
indication
of
extensive
decay
,
however
,
the
fabric
gave
little
token
of
instability
.
Perhaps
the
eye
of
a
scrutinizing
observer
might
have
discovered
a
barely
perceptible
fissure
,
which
,
extending
from
the
roof
of
the
building
in
front
,
made
its
way
down
the
wall
in
a
zigzag
direction
,
until
it
became
lost
in
the
sullen
waters
of
the
tarn
.
Noticing
these
things
,
I
rode
over
a
short
causeway
to
the
house
.
A
servant
in
waiting
took
my
horse
,
and
I
entered
the
Gothic
archway
of
the
hall
.
A
valet
,
of
stealthy
step
,
thence
conducted
me
,
in
silence
,
through
many
dark
and
intricate
passages
in
my
progress
to
the
studio
of
his
master
.
Much
that
I
encountered
on
the
way
contributed
,
I
know
not
how
,
to
heighten
the
vague
sentiments
of
which
I
have
already
spoken
.
While
the
objects
around
me
--
while
the
carvings
of
the
ceilings
,
the
sombre
tapestries
of
the
walls
,
the
ebony
blackness
of
the
floors
,
and
the
phantasmagoric
armorial
trophies
which
rattled
as
I
strode
,
were
but
matters
to
which
,
or
to
such
as
which
,
I
had
been
accustomed
from
my
infancy
--
while
I
hesitated
not
to
acknowledge
how
familiar
was
all
this
--
I
still
wondered
to
find
how
unfamiliar
were
the
fancies
which
ordinary
images
were
stirring
up
.
On
one
of
the
staircases
,
I
met
the
physician
of
the
family
.
His
countenance
,
I
thought
,
wore
a
mingled
expression
of
low
cunning
and
perplexity
.
He
accosted
me
with
trepidation
and
passed
on
.
The
valet
now
threw
open
a
door
and
ushered
me
into
the
presence
of
his
master
.
The
room
in
which
I
found
myself
was
very
large
and
lofty
.
The
windows
were
long
,
narrow
,
and
pointed
,
and
at
so
vast
a
distance
from
the
black
oaken
floor
as
to
be
altogether
inaccessible
from
within
.
Feeble
gleams
of
encrimsoned
light
made
their
way
through
the
trellised
panes
,
and
served
to
render
sufficiently
distinct
the
more
prominent
objects
around
;
the
eye
,
however
,
struggled
in
vain
to
reach
the
remoter
angles
of
the
chamber
,
or
the
recesses
of
the
vaulted
and
fretted
ceiling
.
Dark
draperies
hung
upon
the
walls
.
The
general
furniture
was
profuse
,
comfortless
,
antique
,
and
tattered
.
Many
books
and
musical
instruments
lay
scattered
about
,
but
failed
to
give
any
vitality
to
the
scene
.
I
felt
that
I
breathed
an
atmosphere
of
sorrow
.
An
air
of
stern
,
deep
,
and
irredeemable
gloom
hung
over
and
pervaded
all
.
Upon
my
entrance
,
Usher
rose
from
a
sofa
on
which
he
had
been
lying
at
full
length
,
and
greeted
me
with
a
vivacious
warmth
which
had
much
in
it
,
I
at
first
thought
,
of
an
overdone
cordiality
--
of
the
constrained
effort
of
the
ennuyé
man
of
the
world
.
A
glance
,
however
,
at
his
countenance
convinced
me
of
his
perfect
sincerity
.
We
sat
down
;
and
for
some
moments
,
while
he
spoke
not
,
I
gazed
upon
him
with
a
feeling
half
of
pity
,
half
of
awe
.
Surely
,
man
had
never
before
so
terribly
altered
,
in
so
brief
a
period
,
as
had
Roderick
Usher
!
It
was
with
difficulty
that
I
could
bring
myself
to
admit
the
identity
of
the
man
being
before
me
with
the
companion
of
my
early
boyhood
.
Yet
the
character
of
his
face
had
been
at
all
times
remarkable
.
A
cadaverousness
of
complexion
;
an
eye
large
,
liquid
,
and
luminous
beyond
comparison
;
lips
somewhat
thin
and
very
pallid
,
but
of
a
surpassingly
beautiful
curve
;
a
nose
of
a
delicate
Hebrew
model
,
but
with
a
breadth
of
nostril
unusual
in
similar
formations
;
a
finely
moulded
chin
,
speaking
,
in
its
want
of
prominence
,
of
a
want
of
moral
energy
;
hair
of
a
more
than
web-like
softness
and
tenuity
;
--
these
features
,
with
an
inordinate
expansion
above
the
regions
of
the
temple
,
made
up
altogether
a
countenance
not
easily
to
be
forgotten
.
And
now
in
the
mere
exaggeration
of
the
prevailing
character
of
these
features
,
and
of
the
expression
they
were
wont
to
convey
,
lay
so
much
of
change
that
I
doubted
to
whom
I
spoke
.
The
now
ghastly
pallor
of
the
skin
,
and
the
now
miraculous
lustre
of
the
eye
,
above
all
things
startled
and
even
awed
me
.
The
silken
hair
,
too
,
had
been
suffered
to
grow
all
unheeded
,
and
as
,
in
its
wild
gossamer
texture
,
it
floated
rather
than
fell
about
the
face
,
I
could
not
,
even
with
effort
,
connect
its
Arabesque
expression
with
any
idea
of
simple
humanity
.
In
the
manner
of
my
friend
I
was
at
once
struck
with
an
incoherence
--
an
inconsistency
;
and
I
soon
found
this
to
arise
from
a
series
of
feeble
and
futile
struggles
to
overcome
an
habitual
trepidancy
--
an
excessive
nervous
agitation
.
For
something
of
this
nature
I
had
indeed
been
prepared
,
no
less
by
his
letter
,
than
by
reminiscences
of
certain
boyish
traits
,
and
by
conclusions
deduced
from
his
peculiar
physical
conformation
and
temperament
.
His
action
was
alternately
vivacious
and
sullen
.
His
voice
varied
rapidly
from
a
tremulous
indecision
(
when
the
animal
spirits
seemed
utterly
in
abeyance
)
to
that
species
of
energetic
concision
--
that
abrupt
,
weighty
,
unhurried
,
and
hollow-sounding
enunciation
--
that
leaden
,
self-balanced
and
perfectly
modulated
guttural
utterance
,
which
may
be
observed
in
the
lost
drunkard
,
or
the
irreclaimable
eater
of
opium
,
during
the
periods
of
his
most
intense
excitement
.
It
was
thus
that
he
spoke
of
the
object
of
my
visit
,
of
his
earnest
desire
to
see
me
,
and
of
the
solace
he
expected
me
to
afford
him
.
He
entered
,
at
some
length
,
into
what
he
conceived
to
be
the
nature
of
his
malady
.
It
was
,
he
said
,
a
constitutional
and
a
family
evil
,
and
one
for
which
he
despaired
to
find
a
remedy
--
a
mere
nervous
affection
,
he
immediately
added
,
which
would
undoubtedly
soon
pass
off
.
It
displayed
itself
in
a
host
of
unnatural
sensations
.
Some
of
these
,
as
he
detailed
them
,
interested
and
bewildered
me
;
although
,
perhaps
,
the
terms
and
the
general
manner
of
the
narration
had
their
weight
.
He
suffered
much
from
a
morbid
acuteness
of
the
senses
;
the
most
insipid
food
was
alone
endurable
;
he
could
wear
only
garments
of
certain
texture
;
the
odors
of
all
flowers
were
oppressive
;
his
eyes
were
tortured
by
even
a
faint
light
;
and
there
were
but
peculiar
sounds
,
and
these
from
stringed
instruments
,
which
did
not
inspire
him
with
horror
.
