1 He blew, he looked at the smoke.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 2 They did not even smoke their pipes.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 3 The operator stood smoking a cigarette.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 4 Beatty peered at the smoke pattern he had put out on the air.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 5 Captain Beatty there, rising in thunderheads of tobacco smoke.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 6 Beatty leaned forward in the faint mist of smoke from his pipe.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 7 Now Beatty was almost invisible, a voice somewhere behind a screen of smoke.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 8 He took time to prepare and light his brass pipe and puff out a great smoke cloud.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 9 They stood with the cigarette smoke curling around their noses and into their eyes without making them blink or squint.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 10 It was like a faint drift of greenish luminescent smoke, the motion of a single huge October leaf blowing across the lawn and away.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 11 It bedded itself down in sleepy pink-gray cinders and a smoke plume blew over it, rising and waving slowly back and forth in the sky.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 12 It stood near the smoking ruins of Montag's house and the men brought his discarded flame thrower to it and put it down under the muzzle of the Hound.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 13 It was half across the lawn, coming from the shadows, moving with such drifting ease that it was like a single solid cloud of black-gray smoke blown at him in silence.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 14 So it was now, in his own parlor, with these women twisting in their chairs under his gaze, lighting cigarettes, blowing smoke, touching their sun-fired hair and examining their blazing fingernails as if they had caught fire from his look.
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