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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.
Hello, very very good, thanks for asking
A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door.
To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts.
His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness,
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening
the old man sprang up in bed, crying out—"Who's there?"
I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down.
I kept quite still and said nothing.
He had been saying to himself: "It's just the wind in the fireplace, it's just a mouse crossing the ground."
I saw it with perfect distinctness—all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person
Oh no, I am really scared.
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