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           Wecouldseehimshiverlikeahorsesheddingflies;hisjawopenedandshut;hewasalist,buthewasbeingpulledgraduallytowardus.

           "He’slookin’foraplacetodie,"saidJem.

           Mr.Tateturnedaround."He’sfarfromdead,Jem,hehasn’tgotstartedyet."

           TimJohnsonreachedthesidestreetthatraninfrontoftheRadleyPlace,andwhatremainedofhispoormindmadehimpauseandseemtoconsiderwhichroadhewouldtake.HemadeafewhesitantstepsandstoppedinfrontoftheRadleygate;thenhetriedtoturnaround,butwashavingdifficulty.

           Atticussaid,"He’swithinrange,Heck.Youbettergethimbeforehegoesdownthesidestreet—Lordknowswho’saroundthecorner.Goinside,Cal."

           Calpurniaopenedthescreendoor,latcheditbehindher,thenunlatcheditandheldontothehook.ShetriedtoblockJemandmewithherbody,butwelookedoutfrombeneathherarms.

           "Takehim,Mr.Finch."Mr.TatehandedtherifletoAtticus;JemandInearlyfainted.

           "Don’twastetime,Heck,"saidAtticus."Goon."

           "Mr.Finch,thisisaone-shotjob."

           Atticusshookhisheadvehemently:"Don’tjuststandthere,Heck!Hewon’twaitalldayforyou—"

           "ForGod’ssake,Mr.Finch,lookwhereheis!Missandyou’llgostraightintotheRadleyhouse!Ican’tshootthatwellandyouknowit!"