Mary and Hugh's Apartment

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070: In which Mary thinks this is SO cool.

071: That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

072: `Doubtless,’ said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store.’

073: So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating.

074: By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.

075: Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

076: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore.’

077: Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

078: This it is, and nothing more.

079: On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly, I implore.

080: Merely this and nothing more.

081: `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting