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"
Clarisse
.
Guy
Montag
.
Come
along
.
What
are
you
doing
out
so
late
wandering
around
?
How
old
are
you
?
"
They
walked
in
the
warm-cool
blowing
night
on
the
silvered
pavement
and
there
was
the
faintest
breath
of
fresh
apricots
and
strawberries
in
the
air
,
and
he
looked
around
and
realized
this
was
quite
impossible
,
so
late
in
the
year
.
There
was
only
the
girl
walking
with
him
now
,
her
face
bright
as
snow
in
the
moonlight
,
and
he
knew
she
was
working
his
questions
around
,
seeking
the
best
answers
she
could
possibly
give
.
"
Well
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
'm
seventeen
and
I
'm
crazy
.
My
uncle
says
the
two
always
go
together
.
When
people
ask
your
age
,
he
said
,
always
say
seventeen
and
insane
.
Is
n't
this
a
nice
time
of
night
to
walk
?
I
like
to
smell
things
and
look
at
things
,
and
sometimes
stay
up
all
night
,
walking
,
and
watch
the
sun
rise
.
"
They
walked
on
again
in
silence
and
finally
she
said
,
thoughtfully
,
"
You
know
,
I
'm
not
afraid
of
you
at
all
.
"
He
was
surprised
.
"
Why
should
you
be
?
"
"
So
many
people
are
.
Afraid
of
firemen
,
I
mean
.
But
you
're
just
a
man
,
after
all
...
"
He
saw
himself
in
her
eyes
,
suspended
in
two
shining
drops
of
bright
water
,
himself
dark
and
tiny
,
in
fine
detail
,
the
lines
about
his
mouth
,
everything
there
,
as
if
her
eyes
were
two
miraculous
bits
of
violet
amber
that
might
capture
and
hold
him
intact
.
Her
face
,
turned
to
him
now
,
was
fragile
milk
crystal
with
a
soft
and
constant
light
in
it
.
It
was
not
the
hysterical
light
of
electricity
but-what
?
But
the
strangely
comfortable
and
rare
and
gently
flattering
light
of
the
candle
.
One
time
,
when
he
was
a
child
,
in
a
power-failure
,
his
mother
had
found
and
lit
a
last
candle
and
there
had
been
a
brief
hour
of
rediscovery
,
of
such
illumination
that
space
lost
its
vast
dimensions
and
drew
comfortably
around
them
,
and
they
,
mother
and
son
,
alone
,
transformed
,
hoping
that
the
power
might
not
come
on
again
too
soon
...
.
And
then
Clarisse
McClellan
said
:
"
Do
you
mind
if
I
ask
?
How
long
have
you
worked
at
being
a
fireman
?
"
