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The Screams of a Drunken Man Arose. I Aited.
I had scarcely laid the first tier of my masonry when i discovered that the intoxication of fortunato had, in a great measure, worn off. The earliest indication i had of this was a low, moaning cry from the depths of the recess. There was then a long and obstinate silence. But now there came from out of the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head. It was succeeded by a sad voice said, very good joke. I me an, excellent jest. We will have many a ilaf abot iate malanzoaaa over our wine.