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           Faberwasbackthereinthesteaminglumpoftarthathadnonameoridentitynow. HehadburntFaber,too. HefeltsosuddenlyshockedbythisthathefeltFaberwasreallydead, bakedlikearoachinthatsmallgreencapsuleshoved andlostinthepocketofamanwhowasnownothingbutaframeskeletonstrungwithasphalttendons. 

           Youmustremember,burnthemorthey’llburnyou,hethought. Rightnowit’sassimpleasthat. 

           Hesearchedhispockets,themoneywasthere, andinhisotherpockethefoundtheusualSeashelluponwhichthecitywastalkingtoitselfinthecoldblackmorning. 

           "PoliceAlert.Wanted:Fugitiveincity. HascommittedmurderandcrimesagainsttheState. Name:GuyMontag.Occupation:Fireman.Lastseen..." 

           Heransteadilyforsixblocks,inthealley, andthenthealleyopenedoutontoawideemptythoroughfaretenlaneswide. Itseemedlikeaboatlessriverfrozenthereintherawlightofthehighwhitearc-lamps; youcoulddrowntryingtocrossit,hefelt; itwastoowide,itwastooopen. Itwasavaststagewithoutscenery, invitinghimtorunacross,easilyseenintheblazingillumination,easilycaught,easilyshotdown. 

           TheSeashellhummedinhisear. 

           "...Watchforamanrunning...Watchfortherunningman...Watchforamanalone,onfoot...Watch..." 

           Montagpulledbackintotheshadows.Directlyaheadlayagasstation,agreatchunkofporcelainsnowshiningthere, andtwosilverbeetlespullingintofillup.