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- I'm popular and in demand, a true connoisseur of all things fine—and all things fun! What a perfect night.
- "My dear Fortunato! What luck to have met you! I was just now on my way to consult with you."
- *laughs* "My good Montresor! You are madly welcome! And what could you possibly need me for on a night like this?"
- "I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado. And I have my doubts."
- I was in my element, a jester in a crowd of revelers. The bells on my cap jingled as I staggered through the streets, filled with the spirit of Carnival and the praise of my friends. That's when I saw my dear friend, Montresor. "My dear Montresor, you are looking well!" I shouted, delighted to see him. He looked just as pleased to see me and immediately began to tell me about a pipe of what he thought was Amontillado.
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- Amontillado? He bought Amontillado without me? It's impossible! The man's a fool; he'll have been cheated. I can't let him be fooled by some fraudulent sherry. It's a matter of my own honor to prove my expertise.
- "You see, I have my doubts, and I was foolish enough to pay the full price of Amontillado without consulting you first. I am on my way to Luchesi."
- "Luchesi? Bah! He cannot distinguish Amontillado from sherry!"
- "And yet some fools insist that his taste is a match for your own. But my friend, I will not impose upon you tonight. I see that you are afflicted with a terrible cold. It is too damp in my vaults. I will just go to Luchesi."
- "No! No! Luchesi is incapable. I will go with you at once. Come!"
- Montresor's news was shocking. He bought Amontillado without me? It was impossible. He must have been cheated! Then, he said he was going to see Luchesi, and I couldn't contain my outrage. "Luchesi? Bah! He cannot distinguish Amontillado from sherry!" I told him. He pretended to be worried about my health and the dampness of his vaults, but that only made me more determined. I wasn't about to let Luchesi claim my expertise. I insisted we go at once.
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- "I shall not die of a cough."
- The air is so thick and cold down here. The nitre on the walls feels like spiderwebs, and my cough is getting worse. But the thought of that wine! I must be strong. A little Medoc should warm my throat and settle my nerves.
- "The nitre! My friend, you are ill. It is too damp. We will go back, your health is precious to me. I will just go to Luchesi."
- "Ah, yes. But your health..."
- *coughs violently and drinks* "It is nothing. The cough is a mere trifle. Let us proceed. The Amontillado awaits."
- As we descended into the catacombs, the air became thick and cold. My throat felt a little tight, and my cough returned. Montresor kept trying to convince me to go back, but I knew he was just being overly cautious. "It is nothing," I told him, "I shall not die of a cough." He gave me a bottle of Medoc to keep the dampness at bay, and I drank it greedily. It was a fine wine, but I had come for something better.
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