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“Montresor! Ha-ha. This is a very good joke, indeed. Many times will we laugh about it — ha-ha — as we drink our wine together — ha-ha.” “Of course. As we drink the Amontillado.” “But is it not late? Should we not be going back? They will be expecting us. Let us go.” “Yes. Let us go.” As I said this I lifted the last stone from the ground. “Montresor! For the love of God!!” “Yes. For the love of God!”
"Ah, yes, yes indeed; the Amontillado. ”As I spoke these words I began to search among the bones. Throwing them to one side I found the stones which earlier I had taken down from the wall. Quickly I began to build the wall again, covering the hole where Fortunato stood trembling. “Montresor! What are you doing!?”"
Summary:Montresor, having trapped Fortunato, begins to wall off Fortunato, trapping him in the room he was lured to.
Finally we arrived at a vault in which the air was so old and heavy that our lights almost died. Against three of the walls there were piles of bones higher than our heads. From the fourth wall someone had pulled down all the bones, and they were spread all around us on the ground. In the middle of the wall was an opening into another vault, if I can call it that — a little room about three feet wide, six or seven feet high, and perhaps four feet deep. It was hardly more than a hole in the wall. “Go on,” I said. “Go in; the Amontillado is in there.”
Text:Fortunato continued to go forward, uncertainly. I followed him immediately. Soon, of course, he reached the back wall. He stood there a moment, facing the wall, surprised and wondering. In that wall were two heavy iron rings. A short chain was hanging from one of these and a lock from the other. Before Fortunato could guess what was happening, I closed the lock and chained him tightly to the wall. I stepped back.
From the long rows of bottles which were lying on the floor, among the bones, I chose one which contained a very good wine. Since I did not have anything to open the bottle with, I struck the stone wall with it and broke off the small end. I offered the bottle to Fortunato. “Here, Fortunato. Drink some of this fine Medoc. It will help to keep us warm. Drink!” “Thank you, my friend. I drink to the dead who lie sleeping around us.” “And I, Fortunato — I drink to your long life.” “Ahh! A very fine wine, indeed! But the Amontillado?” “It is farther on. Come.”
Summary:Montresor leads Fortunato down, through the damp, dark catacombs, doing what he can to keep Fortunato from being suspicious in any way.
Summary: Montresor finally lures Fortunato into the room where there was the supposed Amontillado... However, instead, he is trapped, and chained to the ground by Montresor
Summary:At the beginning of the story, Montresor is a bitter man who wants revenge against an associate of his named Fortunato.
"I took down from their places on the wall two brightly burning lights. I gave one of these to Fortunato and led him to a wide doorway. There we could see the stone steps going down into the darkness. Asking him to be careful as he followed, I went down before him, down under the ground, deep under the old walls of my palace. We came finally to the bottom of the steps and stood there a moment together.
"At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely settled–but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk.”
I heard no answer. “Fortunato!” I cried. “Fortunato.” I heard only a soft, low sound, a half-cry of fear. My heart grew sick; it must have been the cold. I hurried to force the last stone into its position. And I put the old bones again in a pile against the wall. For half a century now no human hand has touched them. May he rest in peace!
Summary:Montresor, having finished his deed, wraps up his story, explaining how long it has actually been since the incident occured.
Summary:The main conflict is Montresor trying to lure Fortunato into the catacombs to provide him 'retribution.' He uses the promise Amontillado to do this.
Text:"“My dear Fortunato! I am indeed glad that I have met you. I
was just thinking of you. For I have been tasting my new wine. I have bought a full cask of a fine wine which they tell me is Amontillado. But....” “Amontillado! Quite impossible.” “I know. It does not seem possible. As I could not find you I was just going to talk to Luchresi. If anyone understands wines it is Luchresi. He will tell me....” “Luchresi? He does not know one wine from another!” “But they say he knows as much about wines as you know.” “Ho! — Come. Let us go.” “Go where?” “To your vaults..." "