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He
crushed
the
book
in
his
fists
.
"
Say
'
yes
.
'
"
His
mouth
moved
like
Faber
's
.
"
Yes
.
"
Mildred
snatched
the
book
with
a
laugh
.
"
Here
!
Read
this
one
.
No
,
I
take
it
back
.
Here
's
that
real
funny
one
you
read
out
loud
today
.
Ladies
,
you
wo
n't
understand
a
word
.
It
goes
umpty-tumpty-ump
.
Go
ahead
,
Guy
,
that
page
,
dear
.
"
He
looked
at
the
opened
page
.
A
fly
stirred
its
wings
softly
in
his
ear
.
"
Read
.
"
"
What
's
the
title
,
dear
?
"
"
Dover
Beach
.
"
His
mouth
was
numb
.
"
Now
read
in
a
nice
clear
voice
and
go
slow
.
"
The
room
was
blazing
hot
,
he
was
all
fire
,
he
was
all
coldness
;
they
sat
in
the
middle
of
an
empty
desert
with
three
chairs
and
him
standing
,
swaying
,
and
him
waiting
for
Mrs.
Phelps
to
stop
straightening
her
dress
hem
and
Mrs.
Bowles
to
take
her
fingers
away
from
her
hair
.
Then
he
began
to
read
in
a
low
,
stumbling
voice
that
grew
firmer
as
he
progressed
from
line
to
line
,
and
his
voice
went
out
across
the
desert
,
into
the
whiteness
,
and
around
the
three
sitting
women
there
in
the
great
hot
emptiness
:
