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English[en]
It 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.
Cornish[kw]
Nyns yw possybyl dhe leverel fatel dheuth, wostalleth, an tybyans yn ow ympynnyon; mes, wosa y vos ena, ev a’m trobla mo ha myttin. Acheson vyth nyns esa. Passyon vyth nyns esa. My a gara an den koth. Ny’m dregynsa ev bythkweth. Ny’m despitsa ev bythkweth. A’y owr nyns esa hwans vyth dhymm. Dell dybav, yth o y lagas! yn hwir, yth o hemma! Ev a’n jevo lagas hok karyn–lagas glas gwannliwek, ha dresto kennen. Peskweyth ma’n treyllya ev troha my, ow goos a resas yeyn; hag ytho, tamm ha tamm, fest yn lent, my a erviras ladha an kothwas, hag, y’n fordh ma, omdhelivra bys vykken dhyworth an lagas.