Fahrenheit 451

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Montag placed his hand on the woman's elbow
"Come on, woman!
The woman knelt among the books, touching the drenched leather and cardboard, reading the gilt titles with her fingers while her eyes accused Montag
"You can't ever have my books, "
"The whole house is going up"
"Force her, then!"
"You're not leaving her here"
The sight of it rushed the men out and down away from the house
" She won't come."
"I'm counting to ten,"
"One. Two."
"You can come with me"
"Please,"
She opened the fingers of one hand slightly and in the palm of the hand was a single slender objectAn ordinary kitchen match...
"Three. Four."
"You can stop counting,"

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