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Montag
did
not
move
,
but
stood
looking
into
the
cold
whiteness
of
the
wall
immediately
before
him
.
"
Go
let
him
in
,
will
you
?
Tell
him
I
'm
sick
.
"
"
Tell
him
yourself
!
"
She
ran
a
few
steps
this
way
,
a
few
steps
that
,
and
stopped
,
eyes
wide
,
when
the
front
door
speaker
called
her
name
,
softly
,
softly
,
Mrs.
Montag
,
Mrs.
Montag
,
someone
here
,
someone
here
,
Mrs.
Montag
,
Mrs.
Montag
,
someone
's
here
.
Fading
.
Montag
made
sure
the
book
was
well
hidden
behind
the
pillow
,
climbed
slowly
back
into
bed
,
arranged
the
covers
over
his
knees
and
across
his
chest
,
half-sitting
,
and
after
a
while
Mildred
moved
and
went
out
of
the
room
and
Captain
Beatty
strolled
in
,
his
hands
in
his
pockets
.
"
Shut
the
'
relatives
'
up
,
"
said
Beatty
,
looking
around
at
everything
except
Montag
and
his
wife
.
This
time
,
Mildred
ran
.
The
yammering
voices
stopped
yelling
in
the
parlour
.
Captain
Beatty
sat
down
in
the
most
comfortable
chair
with
a
peaceful
look
on
his
ruddy
face
.
He
took
time
to
prepare
and
light
his
brass
pipe
and
puff
out
a
great
smoke
cloud
.
"
Just
thought
I
'd
come
by
and
see
how
the
sick
man
is
.
"
"
How
'd
you
guess
?
"
Beatty
smiled
his
smile
which
showed
the
candy
pinkness
of
his
gums
and
the
tiny
candy
whiteness
of
his
teeth
.
"
I
've
seen
it
all
.
You
were
going
to
call
for
a
night
off
.
"
Montag
sat
in
bed
.
