The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe
LitReading - Classic Short Stories
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I Will Not Die of a Cough
"You will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there's lukezi." The cough is a mere nothing. It will not kill me. He turned toward me and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that distilled the room of intoxication. His eyes flashed with a fierce light; his bells jingled. "I drink, he said, to the buried that repose around us ... And I, to your long life"
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