"My dear Fortunoto, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking today!"
"It mush be understood, that neither by word or dead had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good-will. I continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation."
"We had passed through walls of piled bones, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of the catacombs."
"No? Then I must leave you. But I must first render you all the little attentions in my power."
"Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stones and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche"