I remembered Camilla\'s agonized scream and the awful words echoing through the dim streets of Carcosa.
For those poisoned words had dropped slowly into my heart, as death-sweat drops upon a bed-sheet and is absorbed..
They were the last lines in the first act, and I dared not think of what followed--dared not, even in the spring sunshine, there in my own room, surrounded with familiar objects, reassured by the bustle from the street and the voices of the servants in the hallway outside.
I remembered Camilla\'s agonized scream and the awful words echoing through the dim streets of Carcosa