The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. my own fancy grew warm with the medoc. we had passed through long walls of piled skeletons, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of the catacombs. i paused again, and this time i made bold to seize fortunato by an arm above the elbow. the diction in this excerpt creates a mood of liveliness and joy silence and peace danger and dread anger and hostility