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" it was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that i encountered my friend.''
" The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew with Medoc. We had passed through long walls of piled skeletons, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of the catacombs. I paused again, and this time i made a bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow.''
"No answer still. i thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall with in. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick; it was the dampness of the catacombs that made it so. i hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into its position; i plastered it up. Against the new masonry i re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat.
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