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He
could
feel
the
Hound
,
like
autumn
,
come
cold
and
dry
and
swift
,
like
a
wind
that
did
n't
stir
grass
,
that
did
n't
jar
windows
or
disturb
leaf-shadows
on
the
white
sidewalks
as
it
passed
.
The
Hound
did
not
touch
the
world
.
It
carried
its
silence
with
it
,
so
you
could
feel
the
silence
building
up
a
pressure
behind
you
all
across
town
.
Montag
felt
the
pressure
rising
,
and
ran
.
He
stopped
for
breath
,
on
his
way
to
the
river
,
to
peer
through
dimly
lit
windows
of
wakened
houses
,
and
saw
the
silhouettes
of
people
inside
watching
their
parlour
walls
and
there
on
the
walls
the
Mechanical
Hound
,
a
breath
of
neon
vapour
,
spidered
along
,
here
and
gone
,
here
and
gone
!
Now
at
Elm
Terrace
,
Lincoln
,
Oak
,
Park
,
and
up
the
alley
toward
Faber
's
house
.
Go
past
,
thought
Montag
,
do
n't
stop
,
go
on
,
do
n't
turn
in
!
On
the
parlour
wall
,
Faber
's
house
,
with
its
sprinkler
system
pulsing
in
the
night
air
.
The
Hound
paused
,
quivering
.
No
!
Montag
held
to
the
window
sill
.
This
way
!
Here
!
The
procaine
needle
flicked
out
and
in
,
out
and
in
.
A
single
clear
drop
of
the
stuff
of
dreams
fell
from
the
needle
as
it
vanished
in
the
Hound
's
muzzle
.
Montag
held
his
breath
,
like
a
doubled
fist
,
in
his
chest
.
The
Mechanical
Hound
turned
and
plunged
away
from
Faber
's
house
down
the
alley
again
.
Montag
snapped
his
gaze
to
the
sky
.
The
helicopters
were
closer
,
a
great
blowing
of
insects
to
a
single
light
source
.
