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- "Montag, you forgot your helmet!" He seized it off the wall behind him, ran, lept, and they were off, the night wind hammering about their siren scream and their mighty metal thunder!
- "Montag!" He jerked about."Don't stand there, idiot!"The books lay like great mounds of fishes left to dry. The men danced and slipped over them. Titles glittered their golden eyes, falling, gone. "Kerosene!"
- "You can stop counting," she said. she opened the fingers of one hand slightly and in the palm of the hand was a single slender object. A lighter. The sight of it rushed the men out and down away from the house. ..."Go on," said the woman, and Montag felt himself back away and away out the door
- Beatty flicked his fingers to spark the kerosene. He was too late. Montag gasped.The woman on the porch reached out with contempt for them all and ignited the lighter with her fingers.People ran out of houses all down the street.
- "Yes, the bunch, the bunch, the bunch." He pressed at the pain in his eyes and suddenly the odor of kerosene made him vomit.Mildred came in, humming. She was surprised. "Why'd you do that?" He looked with dismay at the floor. "We burned an old woman with her books." ....I've been trying to put it out, in my mind, all night. Im crazy with trying.
- "There's a Pheonix car just drove up and a man in a black shirt coming up the front walk." "Captain Beatty?" he said, ..."Just thought I'd come by and see how the sick man is." " How'd you know"Beatty smiled his smile which showed the candy pinkness of his gums and the tiny candy whiteness of his teeth. "I've seen it all. You were going to call for s night off."
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