"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."
- The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe

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