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           Calpurnia’shandswenttoourshouldersandwestoppedandlookedaround:standinginthepathbehinduswasatallNegrowoman.Herweightwasononeleg;sherestedherleftelbowinthecurveofherhip,pointingatuswithupturnedpalm.Shewasbullet-headedwithstrangealmond-shapedeyes,straightnose,andanIndian-bowmouth.Sheseemedsevenfeethigh.

           IfeltCalpurnia’shanddigintomyshoulder."Whatyouwant,Lula?"sheasked,intonesIhadneverheardheruse.Shespokequietly,contemptuously.

           "Iwantstoknowwhyyoubringin’whitechilluntoniggerchurch."

           "They’smycomp’ny,"saidCalpurnia.AgainIthoughthervoicestrange:shewastalkingliketherestofthem.

           "Yeah,an’Ireckonyou’scomp’nyattheFinchhousedurin’theweek."

           Amurmurranthroughthecrowd."Don’tyoufret,"Calpurniawhisperedtome,buttherosesonherhattrembledindignantly.

           WhenLulacameupthepathwaytowardusCalpurniasaid,"Stoprightthere,nigger."

           Lulastopped,butshesaid,"Youain’tgotnobusinessbringin’whitechillunhere—theygottheirchurch,wegotour’n.Itisourchurch,ain’tit,MissCal?"

           Calpurniasaid,"It’sthesameGod,ain’tit?"

           Jemsaid,"Let’sgohome,Cal,theydon’twantushere—"

           Iagreed:theydidnotwantushere.Isensed,ratherthansaw,thatwewerebeingadvancedupon.