Practice Typing

The sleeper stirred; a thrill of terror ran through me. Should she indeed awake, and see me, and curse me, and denounce the murderer. Thus would she assuredly act if her darkened eyes opened and she beheld me. The thought was madness; it stirred the fiend within me not I, but she, shall suffer; the murder I have committed because I am for ever robbed of all that she could give me, she shall atone.