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!"
No, but seriously, how in the muther luvin' Xibalba did you get more than one vid in your post!?