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           Theywerelikeamonstrouscrystalchandeliertinklinginathousandchimes, hesawtheirCheshireCatsmilesburningthroughthewallsofthehouse, andnowtheywerescreamingateachotherabovethedin. Montagfoundhimselfattheparlourdoorwithhisfoodstillinhismouth. 

           "Doesn’teveryonelooknice!" 

           "Nice." 

           "Youlookfine,Millie!" 

           "Fine." 

           "Everyonelooksswell." 

           "Swell!" 

           Montagstoodwatchingthem. 

           "Patience,"whisperedFaber. 

           "Ishouldn’tbehere,"whisperedMontag,almosttohimself."Ishouldbeonmywaybacktoyouwiththemoney!" 

           "Tomorrow’stimeenough.Careful!" 

           "Isn’tthisshowwonderful?"criedMildred. "Wonderful!" 

           Ononewallawomansmiledanddrankorangejuicesimultaneously. Howdoesshedobothatonce,thoughtMontag,insanely. IntheotherwallsanX-rayofthesamewomanrevealedthecontractingjourneyoftherefreshingbeverageonitswaytoherdelightfulstomach!