The thousand injuries of The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge
I have my doubts
The pipe, It is farther on, but observe the white web-work which gleams from these cavern walls. Nitre? Nitre.
How long have you had that cough? we will go back; your health is precious. Enough, the cough's a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough. True --true. Drink, I drink to your long life
Amontillado? He! he! he! --he! he! he! --yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone. For the love of God, Montresor!