Taleverna

Throwing myself upon the wall Montresor had just reared, my feet desperately braced on the rough floor, I fought for liberty like a tiger. Heavens! It _gave_!--the wall gave! It yielded like a stiff canvas against the push of a hand, gave slowly, but surely--bulged outward, then went rumbling down! I thrust myself through the jagged opening into the catacombs. I was free! What joy if Montresor had been there, even though he wore his rapier and I had but my poinard! It was very dark, and yet I could see a gleam of l…