“Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry.”“And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your own.”“Come, let us go.”
“To your vaults.”
“As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchesi. If any one has a critical turn it is he. He will tell me — ”
In this scene this is where Montrssor locks up Fortunato and puts him in chains
“Whither?”
“Enough, the cough’s a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough.”
“Ugh! ugh! ugh! — ugh! ugh! ugh!
“Nitre?”
Come, we will go back; your health is precious. Besides there is Luchesi-
“Nitre,” I replied. “How long have you had that cough?”
“You are not of the masons.”
“You jest,” “But let us proceed to the Amontillado.”
“You? Impossible! A mason?”
“A sign a sign.”
“It is this,” *producing from beneath the folds of my roquelaire a trowel.*
“Yes, yes,” “yes, yes.”
“A mason,”
He! he! he! he! he! he! yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone.
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“Ha! ha! ha! he! he! he! a very good joke, indeed an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh aboutit at the palazzo he! he! he! over our wine he! he! he!”