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  • Exposition
  • Confliction
  • My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day. But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts.
  • How? Amontillado, a pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the Carnival.
  • Come, let us go. to your vaults
  • Rising Action
  • It is farther on, but observe the white web-work which gleams from these cavern walls. Nitre, how long have you had that cough?
  • Ugh! ugh! ugh!
  • The Pipe.
  • The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.
  • Climax
  • "The Amontillado!"
  • At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled --but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity.
  • Falling Action
  • "Ha! ha! ha! --he! he! he! --a very good joke, indeed --an excellent jest. --he! he! he! --over our wine --he! he! he!"
  • "El amontillado!"
  • Come,we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich,respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there is Luchresi -- Enough, the cough's a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough.
  • Resolution
  • "Fortunato!" "Fortunato!"
  • As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche.
  • "True,""the Amontillado."
  • it was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I had completed the eighth, the ninth and the tenth tier. I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in. I struggled with its weight; I placed it partially in its destined position. But now there came from out the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head. It was succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognizing as that of the noble Fortunato.
  • No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick; it was the dampness of the catacombs that made it so. I hastened to make an end of my labour. 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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