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"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye!... Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold..."
"And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it - oh so gently!... and i did this for seven long nights... but i found the eye always closed..."
"Upon the eighth night I was much more than usually cautious in opening the door... I tried how steadily I maintain the ray upon the eye."
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