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"
No
,
Millie
,
no
!
Wait
!
Stop
it
,
will
you
?
You
do
n't
know
...
Stop
it
!
"
He
slapped
her
face
,
he
grabbed
her
again
and
shook
her
.
She
said
his
name
and
began
to
cry
.
"
Millie
!
"
he
said
.
"
Listen
.
Give
me
a
second
,
will
you
?
We
ca
n't
do
anything
.
We
ca
n't
burn
these
.
I
want
to
look
at
them
,
at
least
look
at
them
once
.
Then
if
what
the
Captain
says
is
true
,
we
'll
burn
them
together
,
believe
me
,
we
'll
burn
them
together
.
You
must
help
me
.
"
He
looked
down
into
her
face
and
took
hold
of
her
chin
and
held
her
firmly
.
He
was
looking
not
only
at
her
,
but
for
himself
and
what
he
must
do
,
in
her
face
.
"
Whether
we
like
this
or
not
,
we
're
in
it
.
I
've
never
asked
for
much
from
you
in
all
these
years
,
but
I
ask
it
now
,
I
plead
for
it
.
We
've
got
to
start
somewhere
here
,
figuring
out
why
we
're
in
such
a
mess
,
you
and
the
medicine
at
night
,
and
the
car
,
and
me
and
my
work
.
We
're
heading
right
for
the
cliff
,
Millie
.
God
,
I
do
n't
want
to
go
over
.
This
is
n't
going
to
be
easy
.
We
have
n't
anything
to
go
on
,
but
maybe
we
can
piece
it
out
and
figure
it
and
help
each
other
.
I
need
you
so
much
right
now
,
I
ca
n't
tell
you
.
If
you
love
me
at
all
you
'll
put
up
with
this
,
twenty-four
,
forty-eight
hours
,
that
's
all
I
ask
,
then
it
'll
be
over
.
I
promise
,
I
swear
!
And
if
there
is
something
here
,
just
one
little
thing
out
of
a
whole
mess
of
things
,
maybe
we
can
pass
it
on
to
someone
else
.
"
She
was
n't
fighting
any
more
,
so
he
let
her
go
.
She
sagged
away
from
him
and
slid
down
the
wall
,
and
sat
on
the
floor
looking
at
the
books
.
Her
foot
touched
one
and
she
saw
this
and
pulled
her
foot
away
.
"
That
woman
,
the
other
night
,
Millie
,
you
were
n't
there
.
You
did
n't
see
her
face
.
And
Clarisse
.
You
never
talked
to
her
.
I
talked
to
her
.
And
men
like
Beatty
are
afraid
of
her
.
I
ca
n't
understand
it
.
Why
should
they
be
so
afraid
of
someone
like
her
?
But
I
kept
putting
her
alongside
the
firemen
in
the
house
last
night
,
and
I
suddenly
realized
I
did
n't
like
them
at
all
,
and
I
did
n't
like
myself
at
all
any
more
.
And
I
thought
maybe
it
would
be
best
if
the
firemen
themselves
were
burnt
.
"
"
Guy
!
"
The
front
door
voice
called
softly
:
"
Mrs.
Montag
,
Mrs.
Montag
,
someone
here
,
someone
here
,
Mrs.
Montag
,
Mrs.
Montag
,
someone
here
.
"
Softly
.
