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Chapter 8
"That’sallright,son."Atticusgrinnedslowly."LookslikeallofMaycombwasouttonight,inonewayoranother.Jem,there’ssomewrappingpaperinthepantry,Ithink.Gogetitandwe’ll—"
"Atticus,nosir!"
Jemseemedtohavelosthismind.Hebeganpouringoutoursecretsrightandleftintotaldisregardformysafetyifnotforhisown,omittingnothing,knot-hole,pantsandall.
"...Mr.Nathanputcementinthattree,Atticus,an’hedidittostopusfindin’things—he’scrazy,Ireckon,liketheysay,butAtticus,IsweartoGodheain’teverharmedus,heain’teverhurtus,hecouldacutmythroatfromeartoearthatnightbuthetriedtomendmypantsinstead...heain’teverhurtus,Atticus—"
Atticussaid,"Whoa,son,"sogentlythatIwasgreatlyheartened.ItwasobviousthathehadnotfollowedawordJemsaid,forallAtticussaidwas,"You’reright.We’dbetterkeepthisandtheblankettoourselves.Someday,maybe,Scoutcanthankhimforcoveringherup."
"Thankwho?"Iasked.
"BooRadley.Youweresobusylookingatthefireyoudidn’tknowitwhenheputtheblanketaroundyou."
MystomachturnedtowaterandInearlythrewupwhenJemheldouttheblanketandcrepttowardme."Hesneakedoutofthehouse—turn‘round—sneakedup,an’wentlikethis!"
Atticussaiddryly,"Donotletthisinspireyoutofurtherglory,Jeremy."
