The Cask Of Amontillado

It Was About Dusk, One Evening During The Supreme Madness Of The Carnival Season, That I Encountered My Friend. He Accosted Me With Excessive Warmth, For He Had Been Drinking Much. The Man Wore Motley. He Had On A Tight-fitting Parti-striped Dress, And His Head Was Surmounted By The Conical Cap And Bells. I Was So Pleased To See Him, That I Thought I Should Never Have Done Wringing His Hand.