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           Beattyraisedhishandinwhichwasconcealedtheigniter."We’reduebackatthehouse. Besides,thesefanaticsalwaystrysuicide;thepattern’sfamiliar." 

           Montagplacedhishandonthewoman’selbow. "Youcancomewithme." 

           "No,"shesaid."Thankyou,anyway." 

           "I’mcountingtoten,"saidBeatty."One.Two." 

           "Please,"saidMontag. 

           "Goon,"saidthewoman. 

           "Three.Four." 

           "Here."Montagpulledatthewoman. 

           Thewomanrepliedquietly,"Iwanttostayhere." 

           "Five.Six." 

           "Youcanstopcounting,"shesaid.Sheopenedthefingersofonehandslightlyandinthepalmofthehandwasasingleslenderobject. 

           Anordinarykitchenmatch. 

           Thesightofitrushedthemenoutanddownawayfromthehouse.CaptainBeatty,keepinghisdignity,backedslowlythroughthefrontdoor, hispinkfaceburntandshinyfromathousandfiresandnightexcitements. God,thoughtMontag,howtrue!Alwaysatnightthealarmcomes.Neverbyday!