The Cask of Amontillado - Edgar Allen Poe
I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in reply only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick on account of the dampness of the catacombs. I hastened to make an end of my labor. 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.
אמן על פי ציטוט זה
ערוך טקסט
או פשוט השאר תגובה:
