She was not yet dead.

Presently she opened her eyes, and I saw that the madness had gone out of them.
"Macumazahn," she said, speaking in English and in an thick difficult voice like one who half forgot and half remembered--"Macumazahn, I remember now.

I have been mad.

Is she really dead, Macumazahn ?" "Yes," I said, "she is dead, and you killed her." "I killed her!" the dying woman faltered, "and I loved her.

Yes, yes, I know now.