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The narrator asking the ravens namee and it said never more. -
I remember clearly-it was a cold, dark December. The fire was dying and its light made ghostly shapes on the floor. I wished for morning to come quickly. I was heart broken, thinking of my lost love, Lenore-the beautiful woman now gone for ever. -
The man ran inside and closed the door his heart racing. -
The soft, sad sound of my curtains moving in the wind filled me with a strange kind of fear I had never felt before. to calm myself, "Its sombody knocking at my door-a late visitor wanting to come in. that's all it is-nothing more. -
The narrator was reading books late one night to forget about his love when he heard knocking at his door. -
The man stood and stared at the darkness. -
My heart grew a little braver. I said out loud, "Sir or Madem, please forgive me I was nearly asleep when I heard you, knocking so softly that I wasn't sure I heard it.' I opened the door wide-but there was only darkness.