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           Tatewassaying,"Idon’tlookforanytrouble,butIcan’tguaranteetherewon’tbeany...."

           "Don’tbefoolish,Heck,"Atticussaid."ThisisMaycomb."

           "...saidIwasjustuneasy."

           "Heck,we’vegottenonepostponementofthiscasejusttomakesurethere’snothingtobeuneasyabout.ThisisSaturday,"Atticussaid."Trial’llprobablybeMonday.Youcankeephimonenight,can’tyou?Idon’tthinkanybodyinMaycomb’llbegrudgemeaclient,withtimesthishard."

           TherewasamurmurofgleethatdiedsuddenlywhenMr.LinkDeassaid,"Nobodyaroundhere’suptoanything,it’sthatOldSarumbunchI’mworriedabout...can’tyougeta—whatisit,Heck?"

           "Changeofvenue,"saidMr.Tate."Notmuchpointinthat,nowisit?"

           Atticussaidsomethinginaudible.IturnedtoJem,whowavedmetosilence.

           "—besides,"Atticuswassaying,"you’renotscaredofthatcrowd,areyou?"

           "...knowhowtheydowhentheygetshinniedup."

           "Theydon’tusuallydrinkonSunday,theygotochurchmostoftheday..."Atticussaid.

           "Thisisaspecialoccasion,though..."someonesaid.

           TheymurmuredandbuzzeduntilAuntysaidifJemdidn’tturnonthelivingroomlightshewoulddisgracethefamily.Jemdidn’thearher.

           "—don’tseewhyyoutoucheditinthefirstplace,"Mr.LinkDeaswassaying."You’vegoteverythingtolosefromthis,Atticus.Imeaneverything."

           "Doyoureallythinkso?"

           ThiswasAtticus’sdangerousquestion.