THE CASK OF AMONTILLADO
Montāžas Teksta
- Yes, yes. I am. It is this-
- You are not of the brotherhood! You are not of the masons.
- You jest... But let us proceed to the amontillado!
- The Amontillado!
- We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We descended and arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused the flambeaux rather to glow than flame.
- Be it so, my dear Fortunato.
- At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less spacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the vault overhead.
- Proceed, herein is the Amontilado. As for Luchesi-
- He's an ignoramus!
- In an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche and so I had fettered him to the granite. In its surface were two iron staples. From one of these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock
- Once more let me implore you to return. No ? Then I must positively leave you.
- True! The Amontillado.
- I had laid the first tier when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had worn off. The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess.
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