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"
I
did
n't
know
that
!
"
Montag
laughed
abruptly
.
"
Bet
I
know
something
else
you
do
n't
.
There
's
dew
on
the
grass
in
the
morning
.
"
He
suddenly
could
n't
remember
if
he
had
known
this
or
not
,
and
it
made
him
quite
irritable
.
"
And
if
you
look
"
-
she
nodded
at
the
sky
-
"
there
's
a
man
in
the
moon
.
"
He
had
n't
looked
for
a
long
time
.
They
walked
the
rest
of
the
way
in
silence
,
hers
thoughtful
,
his
a
kind
of
clenching
and
uncomfortable
silence
in
which
he
shot
her
accusing
glances
.
When
they
reached
her
house
all
its
lights
were
blazing
.
"
What
's
going
on
?
"
Montag
had
rarely
seen
that
many
house
lights
.
"
Oh
,
just
my
mother
and
father
and
uncle
sitting
around
,
talking
.
It
's
like
being
a
pedestrian
,
only
rarer
.
My
uncle
was
arrested
another
time-did
I
tell
you
?
-
for
being
a
pedestrian
.
Oh
,
we
're
most
peculiar
.
"
"
But
what
do
you
talk
about
?
"
She
laughed
at
this
.
"
Good
night
!
"
She
started
up
her
walk
.
Then
she
seemed
to
remember
something
and
came
back
to
look
at
him
with
wonder
and
curiosity
.
"
Are
you
happy
?
"
she
said
.
