''Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold ; and so many degrees - very gradually- I mad up in my mind to take the life of the old man , and thus rid myself of the eye forever''.
''And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.'''
I had finally rid myself of the old man's eye
It was me who shrieked in a dream. The old man is out of town.
''They heard!—they suspected!—they knew!—they were making a mockery of my horror!—this I thought, and this I think…. Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! … “Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed!”