Penguin has got himself into trouble this time!

He had a weak point — this Fortunato — although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared.  He prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine.

We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame.

The Cask of Amontillado, by Edgar Allan Poe 

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