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           Allthisisstrangetoyou,Iknow,butyou’venothingtobeashamedofandnothingtofear.Whatareyouscaredof?"

           Mayellasaidsomethingbehindherhands."Whatwasthat?"askedthejudge.

           "Him,"shesobbed,pointingatAtticus.

           "Mr.Finch?"

           Shenoddedvigorously,saying,"Don’twanthimdoin’melikehedonePapa,tryin’tomakehimoutlefthanded..."

           JudgeTaylorscratchedhisthickwhitehair.Itwasplainthathehadneverbeenconfrontedwithaproblemofthiskind."Howoldareyou?"heasked.

           "Nineteen-and-a-half,"Mayellasaid.

           JudgeTaylorclearedhisthroatandtriedunsuccessfullytospeakinsoothingtones."Mr.Finchhasnoideaofscaringyou,"hegrowled,"andifhedid,I’mheretostophim.That’sonethingI’msittingupherefor.Nowyou’reabiggirl,soyoujustsitupstraightandtellthe—telluswhathappenedtoyou.Youcandothat,can’tyou?"

           IwhisperedtoJem,"Hasshegotgoodsense?"

           Jemwassquintingdownatthewitnessstand."Can’ttellyet,"hesaid."She’sgotenoughsensetogetthejudgesorryforher,butshemightbejust—oh,Idon’tknow."

           Mollified,MayellagaveAtticusafinalterrifiedglanceandsaidtoMr.