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"
My
friend
,
no
.
It
is
not
the
engagement
,
but
the
severe
cold
with
which
I
perceive
you
are
afflicted
.
The
vaults
are
insufferably
damp
.
They
are
encrusted
with
nitre
.
"
"
Let
us
go
,
nevertheless
.
The
cold
is
merely
nothing
.
Amontillado
!
You
have
been
imposed
upon
.
And
as
for
Luchresi
,
he
can
not
distinguish
Sherry
from
Amontillado
.
"
Thus
speaking
,
Fortunato
possessed
himself
of
my
arm
;
and
putting
on
a
mask
of
black
silk
and
drawing
a
roquelaire
closely
about
my
person
,
I
suffered
him
to
hurry
me
to
my
palazzo
.
There
were
no
attendants
at
home
;
they
had
absconded
to
make
merry
in
honour
of
the
time
.
I
had
told
them
that
I
should
not
return
until
the
morning
,
and
had
given
them
explicit
orders
not
to
stir
from
the
house
.
These
orders
were
sufficient
,
I
well
knew
,
to
insure
their
immediate
disappearance
,
one
and
all
,
as
soon
as
my
back
was
turned
.
I
took
from
their
sconces
two
flambeaux
,
and
giving
one
to
Fortunato
,
bowed
him
through
several
suites
of
rooms
to
the
archway
that
led
into
the
vaults
.
I
passed
down
a
long
and
winding
staircase
,
requesting
him
to
be
cautious
as
he
followed
.
We
came
at
length
to
the
foot
of
the
descent
,
and
stood
together
upon
the
damp
ground
of
the
catacombs
of
the
Montresors
.
The
gait
of
my
friend
was
unsteady
,
and
the
bells
upon
his
cap
jingled
as
he
strode
.
"
The
pipe
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
farther
on
,
"
said
I
;
"
but
observe
the
white
web-work
which
gleams
from
these
cavern
walls
.
"
He
turned
towards
me
,
and
looked
into
my
eves
with
two
filmy
orbs
that
distilled
the
rheum
of
intoxication
.
"
Nitre
?
"
he
asked
,
at
length
.
