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Analysis Of The Poem ' The Great Gatsby ' By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Montresor moved at a brisk pace through the dark catacombs, looking back periodically. He had the creeping feeling that, although obviously impossible, someone – or something – was following him. He shook the idea from his head; “Impossible!” he said, trying to convince himself.
Even so, he still felt that odd feeling on the back of his neck.
As he hurried through the damp and foreboding passageways, he replayed the evening’s events in his mind. As he recalled Fortunato’s desperate, yet futile, screams and pleadings, he felt a slight twinge of…regret?
“No, no,” Montresor mumbled to himself. “’A man’s character is his fate.” He took in a shaky breath as he walked up the vault’s staircase. “The fool brought it upon himself.”
He paused at the top, straining his ears. “Is that a cry I hear?” he muttered. ‘Or just my damned conscience?’ he finished, silently.
Again, he shook the thought from his head, cautiously making his way through the palazzo; he needed to be sure that his servants had disobeyed.
He let out a sigh of relief when the entrance was in sight. With a nervous smile, he pushed open the doors to his home. “Nemo me impune lacessit.” he whispered triumphantly, emerging onto the street. more Three days later, there is a buzz about town; the Lady Fortunato had reported that her lover had gone missing without a trace. Considering his drinking habits, one would not think twice if he were to be gone for one night, but three(with no word from him!) was simply unprecedented.

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