The Cask of Amontillado
story by Edgar Allan Poe (1846)
    “‘How long have you had that cough?’ . . .My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes. 
     ‘It is nothing,’ he said, at last.
     ‘Come,’ I said, with decision, ‘we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there is Luchesi—’ 
     ‘Enough,’ he said; ‘the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough.’ 


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