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, Montresor!"
"Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
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 reply 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 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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