How?” said he. “Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!
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.
Enough,” he said; “the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough
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 Luchesi——
I drink, to the buried that repose around us.
And I to your long life.
your not a mason
yes i am
He is an ignoramus
Proceed, herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchesi