I yeilded to the temptation. How could I know that I was
sewing my own destruction?
IV
Let us, dear reader, pass with brevaty over the next few
days. Even to write them is a repugnent task, for having set my
hand to the Plow, I am not one to do things half way and then
stop.
Every day the Stranger came and gave me to dollars and I
took him to the back road on our place and left him there. And
every night, although weary unto death with washing the car,
carrying people, changeing tires and picking nails out of the
road which the hackman put there to make trouble, I but
pretended to slumber, and instead sat up in the library and kept
my terrable Vigil. For now I knew that he had dishonest designs
on the sacred interior of my home, and was but biding his time.
The house having been closed for a long time, there were
mice everywhere, so that I sat on a table with my feet up.
I got so that I fell asleep almost anywhere but
particularly at meals, and mother called in a doctor. He said I
needed exercise! Ye gods!
Now I think this: if I were going to rob a house, or comit
any sort of Crime, I should do it and get it over, and not hang
around for days making up my mind.
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