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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