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with his sharp elbow, and the latter turned
sleepily round.
"Hold your tongue, you beast, and sleep!
this is your way every night! Every night!" he
repeated; "yes, you come every night, howling
and choking me! I have done one thing or
another in a passion; I was born with a
passionate temper, and it has brought me in
here a second time; but if I have done wrong,
so have I also got my punishment. But one
thing I have not confessed. When I last went
out from here, and passed by my master’s farm,
one thing and another boiled up in me, and I
directly stroked a lucifer against the wall: it came
a little too near the thatch, and everything was
burnt – hot-headedness came over it, just as it
comes over me. I helped to save the cattle
and furniture. Nothing living was burnt,
except a flock of pigeons: they flew into the
flames, and the yard dog. I had not thought
of the dog. I could hear it howl, and that
howl I always hear yet, when I would sleep; and
if I do get to sleep, the dog comes also – so large
and hairy! He lies down on me, howls, and
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