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           Butisitnotgettinglate? Willnottheybeawaitingusatthepalazzo,theLadyFortunatoandtherest?Letusbegone.” 

           “Yes,”Isaid,“letusbegone.” 

           “FortheloveofGod,Montresor!” 

           “Yes,”Isaid,“fortheloveofGod!” 

           ButtothesewordsIhearkenedinvainforareply.Igrewimpatient. Icalledaloud— 

           “Fortunato!” 

           Noanswer.Icalledagain— 

           “Fortunato!” 

           Noanswerstill.Ithrustatorchthroughtheremainingapertureandletitfallwithin. Therecameforthinreturnonlyajinglingofthebells. Myheartgrewsick;itwasthedampnessofthecatacombsthatmadeitso.Ihastenedtomakeanendofmylabour. Iforcedthelaststoneintoitsposition;Iplastereditup. AgainstthenewmasonryIre-erectedtheoldrampartofbones. Forthehalfofacenturynomortalhasdisturbedthem.Inpacerequiescat!