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We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo he! he! he! over our wine he! he! he!" "The Amontillado!" I said. "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." "Yes," I said, "let us be gone." "For the love of God, Montressor!" "Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong. It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will.
It must be understood, that neither by word nor deed 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. He had a weak point this Fortunato although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine.
"Good day, little cousin," said he, approaching Fortunato; "how tall you have grown. Have you seen a man go past here just now?" "Oh! I am not yet so tall as you, my cousin," replied the child with a simple air. "You soon will be. But haven't you seen a man go by here, tell me?" "If I have seen a man go by?"
But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. I called aloud "Fortunato!" No answer. I called again "Fortunato!" No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick on account of the dampness of the catacombs. I hastened to make an end of my labor.
He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so pleased to see him, that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand. I said to him "My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day! But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts." "How?" said he.
It seemed to have been constructed for no special use within itself, but formed merely the interval between two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite. It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavored to pry into the depth of the recess. Its termination the feeble light did not enable us to see.
In the meanwhile Falcone walked some two hundred paces along the path and only stopped when he reached a little ravine which he descended. He tried the earth with the butt-end of his carbine, and found it soft and easy to dig. The place seemed to be convenient for his design. "Fortunato, go close to that big rock there." The child did as he was commanded, then he kneeled. "Say your prayers."
In "The Cask of Amontillado," wherein the thing to be emphasized is the element of action, Poe begins with this sentence: "The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could; but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge": and we know already that the story is to set forth a signal act of vengeance.
It was succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognizing as that of the noble Fortunato. The voice said "Ha! ha! ha! he! he! he! a very good joke indeed an excellent jest. We shall have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo he! he! he! over our wine he! he! he!" "The Amontillado!" I said. "He! he! he! he! he! he! yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late?
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