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Refer to the text to check your answers when appropriate.  \nTrue!--nervous--very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses--not destroyed--not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken 1 ! and observe how healthily--how calmly I can tell you the whole story.  \nIt is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. 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! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture--a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees--very gradually--I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever. Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded--with what caution--with what foresight--with what dissimulation2 I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it--oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly--very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the oldman's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this? And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously--oh, so cautiously--cautiously (for the hinges creaked)--I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. 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 profound3 oldman, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.  \nUpon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine . Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers--of my sagacity4 . I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts . I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back--but no . And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?--now, I say, there came to  \nHis room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.  \nI had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out--\"Who's there?\"  \nI kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening;--just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the d","cbCaicuRYuTZvLcw","https://ap.wps.com/l/cbCaicuRYuTZvLcw","pdf",135703,"English","# Directions\n## Story Overview\n## Vocabulary 1","[{\"question\":\"Why does the narrator insist he is not mad?\",\"answer\":\"He argues that his senses are sharpened rather than destroyed, especially his hearing. He repeatedly frames his actions as careful and controlled.\"},{\"question\":\"What does the narrator believe is the real cause of his obsession?\",\"answer\":\"He claims it is the old man’s eye, describing it as pale blue with a film over it. He says the eye’s presence makes his blood run cold.\"},{\"question\":\"What happens on the critical eighth night?\",\"answer\":\"During the intrusion, the narrator’s thumb slips on the tin fastening. 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