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Mrs Phelps was crying

The others in the row very loud as her face squeezed itself out of shape They sat, not touching her, bewildered with her display She sobbed uncontrollably Montag himself was stunned and shaken

"Sh, sh," said Mildred "You're all right, Clara, now, Clara, snap out of it! Clara, what's wrong?"

"I--I," sobbed Mrs Phelps, "don't know, don't know, I just don't know, oh, oh"

Mrs Bowles stood up and glared at Montag "You see? I knew it, that's what I wanted to prove! I kneould happen! I've always said, poetry and tears, poetry and suicide and crying and awful feelings, poetry and sickness; all that , you're nasty!"

Faber said, "Now"

Montag felt himself turn and walk to the wall slot and drop the book in through the brass notch to the waiting flames

"Silly words, silly words, silly awful hurting words," said Mrs Bowles "Why do people want to hurt people? Not enough hurt in the world, you got to tease people with stuff like that!"

"Clara, now, Clara," begged Mildred, pulling her arm "Come on, let's be cheery, you turn the 'fah and be happy, now, stop crying, we'll have a party!"

"No," said Mrs Bowles "I'ht hoood But I won't coain in my lifetime!"

"Go ho fixed his eyes upon her, quietly "Go home and think of your first husband divorced and your second husband killed in a jet and your third husband blowing his brains out, go hoo home and think of that and your dauts! Go home and think how it all happened and what did you ever do to stop it? Go hoo home!" he yelled "Before I knock you down and kick you out the door!"

Doors sla stood alone in the winter weather, with the parlor walls the color of dirty snow

In the bathroo tablets into her hand