The Cask of Amontillado
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- It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season,8 that I encountered my friend. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore motley.
- . We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame. ... Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we perceived a still interior crypt or recess, in depth about four feet, in width three, in height six or seven.
- “Fortunato!” No answer. I called again —“Fortunato!”. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!
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