The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge.
To your vaults.
come on let us go .
My friend, no it is not the engagement, but the severe cold.
I had told them that I should not return until the morning, and given them explicit orders not to stir from the house. The were sufficient, I well knew to insure their emediate disaperence, one and all, as soon as my back was turned.
Let us go,nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing.
The vaults are insufferably damp. They are encrusted with Niter.
The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells of my upon his cap jingled as he strode.
It on farther on. But observe the white web-work which gleams from the cavern walls
I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave. He emptied it at a breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light He laughed and threw the bottle upward
In that wall were two heavy iron rings. A short chain was hanging from one of these and a lock from the other. Before Fortunato could guess what was happening, I closed the lock and chained him tightly to the wall. I stepped back.
Ah, yes, yes indeed; the Amontillado.
But...But the Amontillado?
As I spoke these words I began to search among the bones.Throwing them to one side I found the stones which earlier I had taken down from the wall. Quickly I began to build the wall again, covering the hole where Fortunato stood trembling.
I continued working. I could hear him pulling at the chain, shaking it wildly. Only a few stones remained to put in their place.