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THEY read the long afternoon through, while the cold November rain fell from the sky upon the quiet house.
" `We cannot 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 froze. He saw Mildred thrust herself back to the wall and gasp. "I shut it off."
"Someone--the door--why doesn't the door-voice tell us--" Under the door-sill, a slow, probing sniff, an exhalation of electric steam. Mildred laughed. "It's only a dog, that's what! You want me to shoo him away?" "Stay where you are!"
Listen!" The bombers crossed the sky and crossed the sky over the house, gasping, murmuring, whistling like an immense, invisible fan, circling in emptiness. "Jesus God," said Montag. "Every hour so many damn things in the sky! How in hell did those bombers get up there every single second of our lives!
The telephone rang. Mildred snatched the phone. "Ann!" She laughed. "Yes, the White Clown's on tonight!" Montag walked to the kitchen and threw the book down. "Montag," he said, "you're really stupid. Where do we go from here? Do we turn the books in, forget it?" He opened the book to read over Mildred's laughter.
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