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Portrait of Edgar Allan Poe Edgar Allan Poe Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination… (1935)

THE CASK OF AMONTILLADO
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely settled—but the very definiteness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser.
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Portrait of Edgar Allan Poe Edgar Allan Poe Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination… (1935)

I answered, producing from beneath the folds of my roquelaure a trowel.
“You jest,” he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. ”But let us proceed to the Amontillado.”
”Be it so,” I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again offering my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame.
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