"I promised myself that I would make him pay for this --- that I would have revenge."
"Luchresi? He does not know one wine from another!" "But they say he knows as much about wines as you know." "Ho! --- Come. Let us go." "Go where?" "To your vaults. To taste the wine"
"We could see the bones of the dead lying in large piles along the walls."
"Here Fortunato. Drink some of this fine Medoc. It will help to keeps us warm. Drink!" "Your vaults are many, and large. There seems to be no end to them."
"In that wall were two heavy iron rings. A short chain was hanging from one these and a lock from the other. Before Fortunato could guess what happening, I closed the lock and chained him tightly to the wall."
I heard no answer. "Fortunato!" I cried. "Fortunato." I heard only a soft, low sound, a half-cry of fear. For half a century now non human hand has touched them. May he rest in peace!