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I
wonder
if
they
were
the
ones
who
killed
Clarisse
?
He
stopped
and
his
mind
said
it
again
,
very
loud
.
I
wonder
if
they
were
the
ones
who
killed
Clarisse
!
He
wanted
to
run
after
them
yelling
.
His
eyes
watered
.
The
thing
that
had
saved
him
was
falling
flat
.
The
driver
of
that
car
,
seeing
Montag
down
,
instinctively
considered
the
probability
that
running
over
a
body
at
that
speed
might
turn
the
car
upside
down
and
spill
them
out
.
If
Montag
had
remained
an
upright
target
...
?
Montag
gasped
.
Far
down
the
boulevard
,
four
blocks
away
,
the
beetle
had
slowed
,
spun
about
on
two
wheels
,
and
was
now
racing
back
,
slanting
over
on
the
wrong
side
of
the
street
,
picking
up
speed
.
But
Montag
was
gone
,
hidden
in
the
safety
of
the
dark
alley
for
which
he
had
set
out
on
a
long
journey
,
an
hour
or
was
it
a
minute
,
ago
?
He
stood
shivering
in
the
night
,
looking
back
out
as
the
beetle
ran
by
and
skidded
back
to
the
centre
of
the
avenue
,
whirling
laughter
in
the
air
all
about
it
,
gone
.
Further
on
,
as
Montag
moved
in
darkness
,
he
could
see
the
helicopters
falling
,
falling
,
like
the
first
flakes
of
snow
in
the
long
winter
to
come
...
