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As
if
in
the
superhuman
energy
of
his
utterance
there
had
been
found
the
potency
of
a
spell
,
the
huge
antique
panels
to
which
the
speaker
pointed
threw
slowly
back
,
upon
the
instant
,
their
ponderous
and
ebony
jaws
.
It
was
the
work
of
the
rushing
gust
--
but
then
without
those
doors
there
did
stand
the
lofty
and
enshrouded
figure
of
the
lady
Madeline
of
Usher
.
There
was
blood
upon
her
white
robes
,
and
the
evidence
of
some
bitter
struggle
upon
every
portion
of
her
emaciated
frame
.
For
a
moment
she
remained
trembling
and
reeling
to
and
fro
upon
the
threshold
--
then
,
with
a
low
moaning
cry
,
fell
heavily
inward
upon
the
person
of
her
brother
,
and
in
her
violent
and
now
final
death-agonies
,
bore
him
to
the
floor
a
corpse
,
and
a
victim
to
the
terrors
he
had
anticipated
.
From
that
chamber
,
and
from
that
mansion
,
I
fled
aghast
.
The
storm
was
still
abroad
in
all
its
wrath
as
I
found
myself
crossing
the
old
causeway
.
Suddenly
there
shot
along
the
path
a
wild
light
,
and
I
turned
to
see
whence
a
gleam
so
unusual
could
have
issued
;
for
the
vast
house
and
its
shadows
were
alone
behind
me
.
The
radiance
was
that
of
the
full
,
setting
,
and
blood-red
moon
which
now
shone
vividly
through
that
once
barely-discernible
fissure
of
which
I
have
before
spoken
as
extending
from
the
roof
of
the
building
,
in
a
zigzag
direction
,
to
the
base
.
While
I
gazed
,
this
fissure
rapidly
widened
--
there
came
a
fierce
breath
of
the
whirlwind
--
the
entire
orb
of
the
satellite
burst
at
once
upon
my
sight
--
my
brain
reeled
as
I
saw
the
mighty
walls
rushing
asunder
--
there
was
a
long
tumultuous
shouting
sound
like
the
voice
of
a
thousand
waters
--
and
the
deep
and
dank
tarn
at
my
feet
closed
sullenly
and
silently
over
the
fragments
of
the
"
House
of
Usher
.
"