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           Jemsaidsoftly,"Shesaidyoulawedforniggersandtrash."

           "Youdidthisbecauseshesaidthat?"

           Jem’slipsmoved,buthis,"Yessir,"wasinaudible.

           "Son,Ihavenodoubtthatyou’vebeenannoyedbyyourcontemporariesaboutmelawingforniggers,asyousay,buttodosomethinglikethistoasickoldladyisinexcusable.IstronglyadviseyoutogodownandhaveatalkwithMrs.Dubose,"saidAtticus."Comestraighthomeafterward."

           Jemdidnotmove.

           "Goon,Isaid."

           IfollowedJemoutofthelivingroom."Comebackhere,"Atticussaidtome.Icameback.

           AtticuspickeduptheMobilePressandsatdownintherockingchairJemhadvacated.Forthelifeofme,IdidnotunderstandhowhecouldsitthereincoldbloodandreadanewspaperwhenhisonlysonstoodanexcellentchanceofbeingmurderedwithaConfederateArmyrelic.OfcourseJemantagonizedmesometimesuntilIcouldkillhim,butwhenitcamedowntoithewasallIhad.Atticusdidnotseemtorealizethis,orifhedidhedidn’tcare.

           Ihatedhimforthat,butwhenyouareintroubleyoubecomeeasilytired:soonIwashidinginhislapandhisarmswerearoundme.

           "You’remightybigtoberocked,"hesaid.

           "Youdon’tcarewhathappenstohim,"Isaid."Youjustsendhimontogetshotatwhenallhewasdoin’wasstandin’upforyou."