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           Mr.Radley’seldersonlivedinPensacola;hecamehomeatChristmas,andhewasoneofthefewpersonsweeversawenterorleavetheplace.FromthedayMr.RadleytookArthurhome,peoplesaidthehousedied.

           ButtherecameadaywhenAtticustoldushe’dwearusoutifwemadeanynoiseintheyardandcommissionedCalpurniatoserveinhisabsenceifsheheardasoundoutofus.Mr.Radleywasdying.

           Hetookhistimeaboutit.WoodensawhorsesblockedtheroadateachendoftheRadleylot,strawwasputdownonthesidewalk,trafficwasdivertedtothebackstreet.Dr.ReynoldsparkedhiscarinfrontofourhouseandwalkedtotheRadley’severytimehecalled.JemandIcreptaroundtheyardfordays.Atlastthesawhorsesweretakenaway,andwestoodwatchingfromthefrontporchwhenMr.Radleymadehisfinaljourneypastourhouse.

           "TheregoesthemeanestmaneverGodblewbreathinto,"murmuredCalpurnia,andshespatmeditativelyintotheyard.Welookedatherinsurprise,forCalpurniararelycommentedonthewaysofwhitepeople.

           TheneighborhoodthoughtwhenMr.RadleywentunderBoowouldcomeout,butithadanotherthinkcoming:Boo’selderbrotherreturnedfromPensacolaandtookMr.Radley’splace.Theonlydifferencebetweenhimandhisfatherwastheirages.JemsaidMr.NathanRadley"boughtcotton,"too.Mr.Nathanwouldspeaktous,however,whenwesaidgoodmorning,andsometimeswesawhimcomingfromtownwithamagazineinhishand.

           ThemorewetoldDillabouttheRadleys,themorehewantedtoknow,thelongerhewouldstandhuggingthelight-poleonthecorner,themorehewouldwonder.