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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