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Montag looked at this man—his superior, his Captain, God’s sake—with, for possibly the first time, not a speck of wool over his eyes. Beatty stood in his black kerosene slicker jacket pushed far back on his shoulders because he liked to show off his chest, fists tight without anger, his stubble framing a scowl utterly offset by his eyes. His eyes were fire.
