Well, 'tis more like the howl of a wild beast now. Besides, it has a sort of a night sound in it.
Yes. It puts me in mind of great, dark, lonely forests, and of utter solitude and desolation.
Yes; and of despair and a broken heart. But is there no one in the room with her? Why is it we hear no voices but hers—no voices but that terrible, yelling, shrieking voice of hers?
Oh, there are people in the room with her, only we do not seem to remark their voices when she is screaming. Have you never noticed that a scream always appears to stand out from other sounds? No matter how many persons there be talking and chattering together, let but a scream be uttered, and the whole world seems to be struck silent and listening to it.
Yes, once I heard a man cry out as he was being run over by a wagon. The street was full of people at the time, yet at the moment he might have been the only one in it.
But this is a stranger sound than any man could utter.
Perhaps it is a trifle more shrill.
No, no, it is more prolonged.
Perhaps you are right. It is a stranger sound than any man could utter. Besides, it has the ring of death in it.
Well? Was there not a ring of death in that man's cry as well? He died, didn't he?