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descent, and stood together on the damp ground of the catacombs of the
Montresors.
The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled
as he strode.
"The pipe," said he.
"It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white web-work which gleams
from these cavern walls."
He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two filmy orbs that
distilled the rheum of intoxication.
"
"
"
Nitre?" he asked, at length.
Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had that cough?"
Ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh! ugh! ugh!--ugh!
ugh! ugh!"
My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes.
"It is nothing," he said, at last.
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