‘You must not look at this!’ I said to usher, taking him away from the window to a chair. ‘Let’s close the window. The air is cold and dangerous to your health. Here, sit and I shall read you one of your favorite stories. We will spend this terrible night together.’
I picked up a book that told the story of Ethelred. It was not Usher’s favorite story – it was just the nearest book. Usually Usher did not like stories that were too simple for his intelligent mind. I hoped, though, that I could calm him with an old story about a brave man.
I began to read and Usher seemed to be very excited by the story. I came to the part where Ethelred tries to get into the house of a crazy old man. The man lives alone in the forest.
