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Throughout the whole week I was nothing but kinder to the old man, for the next seven long nights he would anticipate his own death.
On the eighth night, I watched him sleep peacefully in his bed until he long awaits his own murder.
It was his vulture eye that made me see evil and have the thirst to execute the old man.
I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead
As the bell sounded the door, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart-for what I had now to fear?
I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die!-and now again! hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!
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