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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: blue or purple rings... an' Gawd it Heaven - that haff face on
top...'
This final memory, whatever it was, proved too much
for poor Curtis; and he collapsed completely before he could say
more. Fred Farr and Will Hutchins carried him to the roadside
and laid him on the damp grass. Henry Wheeler, trembling, turned
the rescued telescope on the mountain to see what he might. Through
the lenses were discernible three tiny figures, apparently running
towards the summit as fast as the steep incline allowed. Only
these - nothing more. Then everyone noticed a strangely unseasonable
noise in the deep valley behind, and even in the underbrush of
The Dunwich Horror |
