2 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! One of his eyes resembled that 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. ( Deliberate)

OMG WHAT STORY IS THAT I HAVE READ IT BEFORE in 7th grade though but what are u guys reading

were e hids the body under the house and the police come and he could have gotten away with it but e told im what he did

which of the following was specifically permitted by the emancipation proclamation?

free african americans were allowed to fight for the confederacy.

free african americans were allowed to enlist in the union army and navy.

enslaved people in border states were allowed to move to the north.

enslaved people in border states were allowed to become confederate citizens.c rgf fy4tku6y htk6u jr jyt6

now, of course, the quality and the seasonability of these winter dreams varied, but the stuff of them remained.   they persuaded dexter several years later to pass up a business course at the state university—his father, prospering now, would have paid his way—for the precarious advantage of attending an older and more famous university in the east, where he was bothered by his scanty funds. but do not get the impression, because his winter dreams happened to be concerned at first with musings on the rich, that there was anything merely snobbish in the boy. he wanted not association with glittering things and glittering people—he wanted the glittering things themselves. often he reached out for the best without knowing why he wanted it—and sometimes he ran up against the mysterious denials and prohibitions in which life indulges.

there you go thats what we are missing