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"Killin' sheep was kinder more fun—but d'ye know, 'twan't quite satisfyin'. KILLING SHEEP WAS KINDER MORE FUN BUT YOU KNOW TWA'N'T QUITE SATISFYING
h an infinite intensity. His madness, or at least his partial perversion, seemed beyond dispute. He was almost whispering now, with a huskiness more terrible than a scream, and I trembled as I listened. “As I says, ’tis queer haow picters sets ye thinkin’. D’ye know, young Sir, I’m right sot on this un here. Arter I got the book off Eb I uster look at it a lot, especial when I’d heerd Passon Clark rant o’ Sundays in his big wig. Onct I tried suthin’ funny—here, young Sir, don’t git skeert—all I done was ter look at the picter afore I kilt the sheep for market—killin’ sheep was kinder more fun arter lookin’ at it—” The tone of the old man now sank very low, sometimes becoming so faint that his words were hardly audible. I listened to the rain, and to the rattling of the bleared, small-paned windows, and marked a rumbling of approaching thunder quite unusual for the season. Once a terrific flash and peal shook the frail house to its foundations, but the whisperer seemed not to notice it.  CREATURE SO NEAR ME WITH AN INFINITE INTENSITY HIS MADNESS OR AT LEAST HIS PARTIAL PERVERSION SEEMED BEYOND DISPUTE HE WAS ALMOST WHISPERING NOW WITH A HUSKINESS MORE TERRIBLE THAN A SCREAM AND I TREMBLED AS I LISTENED AS I SAYS TIS QUEER HOW PICTURES SET YOU THINKING YOU KNOW YOUNG SIR I'M RIGHT SOT ON THIS UN HERE AFTER I'D GOT THE BOOK OFF EBB I USED TO LOOK AT IT A LOT ESPECIAL WHEN I'D HEERD PASS'N CLARK RAN TO SUNDAYS IN HIS BIG WIG ONCE I TRIED SOMETHIN FUNNY HERE YOUNG SIR DON'T GET SKEERED ALL I DONE WAS TO LOOK AT THE PICTURE AFORE I KILLED THE SHEEP FOR MARKET KILN SHEEP WAS KINDER MORE FUN AFTER LOOKING AT IT THE TONE OF THE OLD MAN NOW SUNK VERY LOW SOMETIMES BECOMING SO FAINT THAT HIS WORDS WERE HARDLY AUDIBLE I LISTENED TO THE RAIN AND TO THE RATTLING OF THE BLEARED SMALL PANED WINDOWS AND MARKED A RUMBLING OF APPROACHING THUNDER QUITE UNUSUAL FOR THE SEASON ONCE A TERRIFIC FLASH AND PEAL SHOOK THE FRAIL HOUSE TO ITS FOUNDATIONS BUT THE WHISPERER SEEMED NOT TO NOTICE IT
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