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"
I
'm
sorry
.
One
has
to
be
careful
.
"
He
looked
at
the
book
under
Montag
's
arm
and
could
not
stop
.
"
So
it
's
true
.
"
Montag
stepped
inside
.
The
door
shut
.
"
Sit
down
.
"
Faber
backed
up
,
as
if
he
feared
the
book
might
vanish
if
he
took
his
eyes
from
it
.
Behind
him
,
the
door
to
a
bedroom
stood
open
,
and
in
that
room
a
litter
of
machinery
and
steel
tools
was
strewn
upon
a
desk-top
.
Montag
had
only
a
glimpse
,
before
Faber
,
seeing
Montag
's
attention
diverted
,
turned
quickly
and
shut
the
bedroom
door
and
stood
holding
the
knob
with
a
trembling
hand
.
His
gaze
returned
unsteadily
to
Montag
,
who
was
now
seated
with
the
book
in
his
lap
.
"
The
book
--
where
did
you
--
?
"
"
I
stole
it
.
"
Faber
,
for
the
first
time
,
raised
his
eyes
and
looked
directly
into
Montag
's
face
.
"
You
're
brave
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Montag
.
"
My
wife
's
dying
.
A
friend
of
mine
's
already
dead
.
Someone
who
may
have
been
a
friend
was
burnt
less
than
twenty-four
hours
ago
.
You
're
the
only
one
I
knew
might
help
me
.
To
see
.
To
see
...
"
Faber
's
hands
itched
on
his
knees
.
"
May
I
?
"
"
Sorry
.
"
Montag
gave
him
the
book
.
"
It
's
been
a
long
time
.
I
'm
not
a
religious
man
.
But
it
's
been
a
long
time
.
"
Faber
turned
the
pages
,
stopping
here
and
there
to
read
.
"
It
's
as
good
as
I
remember
.
Lord
,
how
they
've
changed
it
--
in
our
'
parlours
'
these
days
.
Christ
is
one
of
the
'
family
'
now
.
I
often
wonder
it
God
recognizes
His
own
son
the
way
we
've
dressed
him
up
,
or
is
it
dressed
him
down
?
He
's
a
regular
peppermint
stick
now
,
all
sugar-crystal
and
saccharine
when
he
is
n't
making
veiled
references
to
certain
commercial
products
that
every
worshipper
absolutely
needs
.
"
Faber
sniffed
the
book
.
"
Do
you
know
that
books
smell
like
nutmeg
or
some
spice
from
a
foreign
land
?
I
loved
to
smell
them
when
I
was
a
boy
.
Lord
,
there
were
a
lot
of
lovely
books
once
,
before
we
let
them
go
.
"
Faber
turned
the
pages
.
"
Mr.
Montag
,
you
are
looking
at
a
coward
.
I
saw
the
way
things
were
going
,
a
long
time
back
.
I
said
nothing
.
I
'm
one
of
the
innocents
who
could
have
spoken
up
and
out
when
no
one
would
listen
to
the
'
guilty
,
'
but
I
did
not
speak
and
thus
became
guilty
myself
.
And
when
finally
they
set
the
structure
to
burn
the
books
,
using
the
,
firemen
,
I
grunted
a
few
times
and
subsided
,
for
there
were
no
others
grunting
or
yelling
with
me
,
by
then
.
Now
,
it
's
too
late
.
"
Faber
closed
the
Bible
.
"
Well
--
suppose
you
tell
me
why
you
came
here
?
"
