True! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture...Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold...I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
I refrained and kept still. I held the lantern motionless. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. And now a new anxiety seized me... The old man's hour had come!