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Now it see once

reat oak-tree And, as I watched, a s in the trunk, a

figure with a jingling pack upon its back, at sight of which I

turned and ran, filled with an indescribable terror But, as I

went, the Tinker's pack jingled loud behind lanced back, I saw that he ran with head dangling in rasped a razor On I

sped faster and faster, but with the Tinker ever at my heels,

until I had reached this tavern; the door crashed to, behind me,

only just in ti outside, in theup at my casement

with his horrible, dead face

Here I very hostly radiance of thein at the

directly uponto the

vividness of my dream, I know not, but as I lay, there leapt up

within