Read it through once

And this I did for seven long nights — every night just at midnight — but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So it was impossible to do the work. And on the eighth night I was more than usually careful in opening the door, so careful that I scarcely opened it for fear of the creak of the hinges.