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? ? ? ? "Yes," I said, "let us be gone."
? ? ? ? "For the love of God, Montresor!"
? ? ? ? "Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
? ? ? ? But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. I called aloud --
? ? ? ? "Fortunato!"
? ? ? ? No answer. I called again --
? ? ? ? "Fortunato!"
? ? ? ? No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick; it was the dampness of the catacombs that made it so. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!
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