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           "Alwayswas,"answeredAtticus."IfIhadmy‘druthersI’dtakeashotgun."

           Hestoopedandpickeduphisglasses,groundthebrokenlensestopowderunderhisheel,andwenttoMr.TateandstoodlookingdownatTimJohnson.

           Doorsopenedonebyone,andtheneighborhoodslowlycamealive.MissMaudiewalkeddownthestepswithMissStephanieCrawford.

           Jemwasparalyzed.Ipinchedhimtogethimmoving,butwhenAtticussawuscominghecalled,"Staywhereyouare."

           WhenMr.TateandAtticusreturnedtotheyard,Mr.Tatewassmiling."I’llhaveZeebocollecthim,"hesaid."Youhaven’tforgotmuch,Mr.Finch.Theysayitneverleavesyou."

           Atticuswassilent.

           "Atticus?"saidJem.

           "Yes?"

           "Nothin’."

           "Isawthat,One-ShotFinch!"

           AtticuswheeledaroundandfacedMissMaudie.Theylookedatoneanotherwithoutsayinganything,andAtticusgotintothesheriff’scar."Comehere,"hesaidtoJem."Don’tyougonearthatdog,youunderstand?Don’tgonearhim,he’sjustasdangerousdeadasalive."

           "Yessir,"saidJem."Atticus—"