The Cask of Amontillado

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dost thou s

an?-dost thou

-ah woe-ah

most cruel-mos

! oh, sob not thu

me. Oh, mour

d! I know-I

k of love. Look

Lalage!-turn h

e if I could

now, and seeing

that-and thus

d knee I answer

love thee-love

l-thro' weal and

th her first-b

ntenser love t

altar, in any

holier fire t

rit for thee.

isi

s I love thee-ev

ty and t

las, pro

get thyself,

her's halls, am

achless of thy

ishonored L

d with a tai

lighted name, h

stral honors

th thy

eak not to

the the name

factory and

Lalage, and

e-art thou n

e? Ha! glory! no

most sacred an

hes now-my fe

on earth and

eed I would m

se to scoff at

under foot. W

it, my faires

wn unhonored

t-so we desc

r-and then-and

ost thou pau

And then

ther, Lala

quiet dwellin

st

ost thou pau

still toget

, Earl of

e, and in my

ou lovest

an O L

imself upon

vest t

! hush! wit

s methought a

, solemn, and slo

ow Conscience, sol

cross an

en-'twas but

he autumn wi

age-my love! wh

rn so pale? Not

dow which thou

firm spirit thus.

d these mela

all thing

e Pol

me of love. Kno

ongues are busy-

y found by

gues within th

flowers, and fru

kes, and over-

und whose towering

melled flow-whic

w, and will be

that are

h, wilt th

aradise-my La

me? There Care sh

l be no more, a

then be mine,

n thine eyes-an

urner-but th

on thee, and

er; and I will

ee, and call t

autiful, my l

ilt thou-wilt

ither

deed is t

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die? Who spo

at was it he s

ne-thou art not

t not gone-yet

thee not-thou

s upon thy lips

r thy voice-on

not gone,-one

dost scorn-how

ness. Ha! ha! t

e! I knew thou

st not, couldst n

art not gone-t

thee-thus!-He is

am I?-'tis well

ade be keen-th

tis very wel