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He
remembered
the
books
and
turned
back
.
Just
on
the
off
chance
.
He
found
a
few
books
where
he
had
left
them
,
near
the
garden
fence
.
Mildred
,
God
bless
her
,
had
missed
a
few
.
Four
books
still
lay
hidden
where
he
had
put
them
.
Voices
were
wailing
in
the
night
and
flashbeams
swirled
about
.
Other
Salamanders
were
roaring
their
engines
far
away
,
and
police
sirens
were
cutting
their
way
across
town
with
their
sirens
.
Montag
took
the
four
remaining
books
and
hopped
,
jolted
,
hopped
his
way
down
the
alley
and
suddenly
fell
as
if
his
head
had
been
cut
off
and
only
his
body
lay
there
.
Something
inside
had
jerked
him
to
a
halt
and
flopped
him
down
.
He
lay
where
he
had
fallen
and
sobbed
,
his
legs
folded
,
his
face
pressed
blindly
to
the
gravel
.
Beatty
wanted
to
die
.
In
the
middle
of
the
crying
Montag
knew
it
for
the
truth
.
Beatty
had
wanted
to
die
.
He
had
just
stood
there
,
not
really
trying
to
save
himself
,
just
stood
there
,
joking
,
needling
,
thought
Montag
,
and
the
thought
was
enough
to
stifle
his
sobbing
and
let
him
pause
for
air
.
How
strange
,
strange
,
to
want
to
die
so
much
that
you
let
a
man
walk
around
armed
and
then
instead
of
shutting
up
and
staying
alive
,
you
go
on
yelling
at
people
and
making
fun
of
them
until
you
get
them
mad
,
and
then
...
At
a
distance
,
running
feet
.
Montag
sat
up
.
Let
's
get
out
of
here
.
Come
on
,
get
up
,
get
up
,
you
just
ca
n't
sit
!
But
he
was
still
crying
and
that
had
to
be
finished
.
It
was
going
away
now
.
He
had
n't
wanted
to
kill
anyone
,
not
even
Beatty
.
His
flesh
gripped
him
and
shrank
as
if
it
had
been
plunged
in
acid
.
He
gagged
.
He
saw
Beatty
,
a
torch
,
not
moving
,
fluttering
out
on
the
grass
.
He
bit
at
his
knuckles
.
I
'm
sorry
,
I
'm
sorry
,
oh
God
,
sorry
...
He
tried
to
piece
it
all
together
,
to
go
back
to
the
normal
pattern
of
life
a
few
short
days
ago
before
the
sieve
and
the
sand
,
Denham
's
Dentifrice
,
moth-voices
,
fireflies
,
the
alarms
and
excursions
,
too
much
for
a
few
short
days
,
too
much
,
indeed
,
for
a
lifetime
.
Feet
ran
in
the
far
end
of
the
alley
.
