I am on my way to see luchesi. If anyone has a critical turn it is he.
"The thousand injuries of Fortunato i had borne as best I could; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed vengeance"
"cough, cough, I drink, to the buried that repose around us.
"I have recieved a pipe of what passes for amontillado, and i have my doubts.How said he. Amontillado? a pipe? Impossible! and in the middle of the carnival."
you jest, but let us proceed to the amontillado
Be it so
"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. Whither. To your vaults."
yes, let us be gone
what a funnny joke montressor let us be gone
Enough he said , the cough is a mere nothing, it will not kill me. true-true, i replied.Here i knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long row of its fellows that lay upon the mold. Drink, I said, presenting him the wine.
"it is this", I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of my cloak. you jest, he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. but let us proceed to the amontillado."
"I had completed the eighth, ninth, and the tenth tier." But now came from out of the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs on my neck, it was succeeded by a sad voice, which i had trouble recognizing that it was from the noble fortunato. The voice said he he what a great joke indeed, yes yes and excellent jest.