The Amontiato

Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavoured to pry into the depths of the recess. In its surface were two iron staples, distanced from each other about two feet horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock. He was too much astounded to resist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess. Pass your hand, I said, over the wall. You cannot help feeling the nitre. Indeed, it is very damp. Once more let me implore you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must first render you all the little attentions in my power. The Am

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