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Montag
felt
his
right
foot
,
then
his
left
foot
,
move
.
"
Old
man
,
"
he
said
,
"
stay
with
me
.
"
The
Mechanical
Hound
was
gone
.
Its
kennel
was
empty
and
the
firehouse
stood
all
about
in
plaster
silence
and
the
orange
Salamander
slept
with
its
kerosene
in
its
belly
and
the
firethrowers
crossed
upon
its
flanks
and
Montag
came
in
through
the
silence
and
touched
the
brass
pole
and
slid
up
in
the
dark
air
,
looking
back
at
the
deserted
kennel
,
his
heart
beating
,
pausing
,
beating
.
Faber
was
a
grey
moth
asleep
in
his
ear
,
for
the
moment
.
Beatty
stood
near
the
drop-hole
waiting
,
but
with
his
back
turned
as
if
he
were
not
waiting
.
"
Well
,
"
he
said
to
the
men
playing
cards
,
"
here
comes
a
very
strange
beast
which
in
all
tongues
is
called
a
fool
.
"
He
put
his
hand
to
one
side
,
palm
up
,
for
a
gift
.
Montag
put
the
book
in
it
.
Without
even
glancing
at
the
title
,
Beatty
tossed
the
book
into
the
trash-basket
and
lit
a
cigarette
.
"
'
Who
are
a
little
wise
,
the
best
fools
be
.
'
Welcome
back
,
Montag
.
I
hope
you
'll
be
staying
,
with
us
,
now
that
your
fever
is
done
and
your
sickness
over
.
Sit
in
for
a
hand
of
poker
?
"
They
sat
and
the
cards
were
dealt
.
In
Beatty
's
sight
,
Montag
felt
the
guilt
of
his
hands
.
His
fingers
were
like
ferrets
that
had
done
some
evil
and
now
never
rested
,
always
stirred
and
picked
and
hid
in
pockets
,
moving
from
under
Beatty
's
alcohol-flame
stare
.
If
Beatty
so
much
as
breathed
on
them
,
Montag
felt
that
his
hands
might
wither
,
turn
over
on
their
sides
,
and
never
be
shocked
to
life
again
;
they
would
be
buried
the
rest
of
his
life
in
his
coat-sleeves
,
forgotten
.
For
these
were
the
hands
that
had
acted
on
their
own
,
no
part
of
him
,
here
was
where
the
conscience
first
manifested
itself
to
snatch
books
,
dart
off
with
job
and
Ruth
and
Willie
Shakespeare
,
and
now
,
in
the
firehouse
,
these
hands
seemed
gloved
with
blood
.
Twice
in
half
an
hour
,
Montag
had
to
rise
from
the
game
and
go
to
the
latrine
to
wash
his
hands
.
When
he
came
back
he
hid
his
hands
under
the
table
.
Beatty
laughed
.
"
Let
's
have
your
hands
in
sight
,
Montag
.
Not
that
we
do
n't
trust
you
,
understand
,
but
--
"
