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"
'
It
is
computed
that
eleven
thousand
persons
have
at
several
times
suffered
death
rather
than
submit
to
break
eggs
at
the
smaller
end
.
"
'
Mildred
sat
across
the
hall
from
him
.
"
What
does
it
mean
?
It
does
n't
mean
anything
!
The
Captain
was
right
!
"
"
Here
now
,
"
said
Montag
.
"
We
'll
start
over
again
,
at
the
beginning
.
"
They
read
the
long
afternoon
through
,
while
the
cold
November
rain
fell
from
the
sky
upon
the
quiet
house
.
They
sat
in
the
hall
because
the
parlour
was
so
empty
and
grey-looking
without
its
walls
lit
with
orange
and
yellow
confetti
and
sky-rockets
and
women
in
gold-mesh
dresses
and
men
in
black
velvet
pulling
one-hundred-pound
rabbits
from
silver
hats
.
The
parlour
was
dead
and
Mildred
kept
peering
in
at
it
with
a
blank
expression
as
Montag
paced
the
floor
and
came
back
and
squatted
down
and
read
a
page
as
many
as
ten
times
,
aloud
.
"
'
We
can
not
tell
the
precise
moment
when
friendship
is
formed
.
As
in
filling
a
vessel
drop
by
drop
,
there
is
at
last
a
drop
which
makes
it
run
over
,
so
in
a
series
of
kindnesses
there
is
at
last
one
which
makes
the
heart
run
over
.
'
"
Montag
sat
listening
to
the
rain
.
"
Is
that
what
it
was
in
the
girl
next
door
?
I
've
tried
so
hard
to
figure
.
"
"
She
's
dead
.
Let
's
talk
about
someone
alive
,
for
goodness
'
sake
.
"
Montag
did
not
look
back
at
his
wife
as
he
went
trembling
along
the
hall
to
the
kitchen
,
where
he
stood
a
long
time
watching
the
rain
hit
the
windows
before
he
came
back
down
the
hall
in
the
grey
light
,
waiting
for
the
tremble
to
subside
.
He
opened
another
book
.
