the thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as best i could; but when he ventured upon insult, i vowed revenge. I continued, as my wont, to smile to his face, and he did not perceive that my smi
“Amontillado!” “I have my doubts.” “Come, let us go.” “My friend, no; “Let us go, nevertheless.
“It is nothing, let us go on. But first, another draught of the Medoc.”
Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Your cough——”
“Then you are not of the brotherhood.” “A sign,” “It is this,” I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of my roquelaire.
“Be it so,”
replacing the tool beneath the cloak"
“You jest, But let us proceed to the Amontillado.”
I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within