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He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication. 'It is farther on,' said I 'but observe the white web-work which gleams from these cavern walls.' The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled as he strode. We came at length to the foot of the descent, and stood together upon the damp ground of the catacombs of the Montresors. I passed down a long and winding staircase, requesting him to be cautious as he followed. I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to Fortunato, bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led into the vaults. These orders were sufficient, I well knew, to insure their immediate disappearance, one and all, as soon as my back was turned. I had told them that I should not return until the morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house. There were no attendants at home they had absconded to make merry in honor of the time. On a mask of black silk, and drawing a ROQUELAIRE closely about my person, I suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo. Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm and putting And as for Luchresi, he cannot distinguish Sherry from Amontillado.' It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with which I perceive you are afflicted. 'My friend, no I will not impose upon your good nature. 'And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your own.' 'Luchresi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry.' If any one has a critical turn, it is he. 'As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchresi. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain.'

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'I have my doubts,' I replied 'and I was silly enough to pay the full Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. 'Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!'

But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts.' How remarkably well you are looking to-day. I said to him - 'My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. I was so pleased to see him that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand. He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. In this respect I did not differ from him materially I was skilful in the Italian vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could. In painting and gemmary Fortunato, like his countrymen, was a quack - but in the matter of old wines he was sincere. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and opportunity - to practise imposture upon the British andĪustrian MILLIONAIRES. Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit. He prided himself upon his connoisseurship in wine. He had a weak point - this Fortunato - although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. I continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile NOW was at the thought of his immolation. It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. AT LENGTH I would be avenged this was a point definitively settled - but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge.

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