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"
Idiot
,
what
're
you
doing
!
"
Faber
sprang
up
,
as
if
he
had
been
struck
.
He
fell
,
against
Montag
.
Montag
warded
him
off
and
let
his
hands
continue
.
Six
more
pages
fell
to
the
floor
.
He
picked
them
up
and
wadded
the
paper
under
Faber
's
gaze
.
"
Do
n't
,
oh
,
do
n't
!
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
Who
can
stop
me
?
I
'm
a
fireman
.
I
can
burn
you
!
"
The
old
man
stood
looking
at
him
.
"
You
would
n't
.
"
"
I
could
!
"
"
The
book
.
Do
n't
tear
it
any
more
.
"
Faber
sank
into
a
chair
,
his
face
very
white
,
his
mouth
trembling
.
"
Do
n't
make
me
feel
any
more
tired
.
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
I
need
you
to
teach
me
.
"
"
All
right
,
all
right
.
"
Montag
put
the
book
down
.
He
began
to
unwad
the
crumpled
paper
and
flatten
it
out
as
the
old
man
watched
tiredly
.
Faber
shook
his
head
as
if
he
were
waking
up
.
