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"
Now
,
do
n't
get
angry
!
"
"
Who
's
angry
?
"
"
You
are
!
"
"
You
're
mad
!
"
"
Why
should
I
be
mad
!
"
"
Because
!
"
"
That
's
all
very
well
,
"
cried
Montag
,
"
but
what
are
they
mad
about
?
Who
are
these
people
?
Who
's
that
man
and
who
's
that
woman
?
Are
they
husband
and
wife
,
are
they
divorced
,
engaged
,
what
?
Good
God
,
nothing
's
connected
up
.
"
"
They
--
"
said
Mildred
.
"
Well
,
they
--
they
had
this
fight
,
you
see
.
They
certainly
fight
a
lot
.
You
should
listen
.
I
think
they
're
married
.
Yes
,
they
're
married
.
Why
?
"
And
if
it
was
not
the
three
walls
soon
to
be
four
walls
and
the
dream
complete
,
then
it
was
the
open
car
and
Mildred
driving
a
hundred
miles
an
hour
across
town
,
he
shouting
at
her
and
she
shouting
back
and
both
trying
to
hear
what
was
said
,
but
hearing
only
the
scream
of
the
car
.
"
At
least
keep
it
down
to
the
minimum
!
"
he
yelled
:
"
What
?
"
she
cried
.
"
Keep
it
down
to
fifty-five
,
the
minimum
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
The
what
?
"
she
shrieked
.
"
Speed
!
"
he
shouted
.
And
she
pushed
it
up
to
one
hundred
and
five
miles
an
hour
and
tore
the
breath
from
his
mouth
.
When
they
stepped
out
of
the
car
,
she
had
the
Seashells
stuffed
in
her
ears
.
