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           Atticuswasmakinghisslowpilgrimagetothewindows,ashehadbeendoing:hewouldaskaquestion,thenlookout,waitingforananswer.Hedidnotseeherinvoluntaryjump,butitseemedtomethatheknewshehadmoved.Heturnedaroundandraisedhiseyebrows."Was—"hebeganagain.

           "Yesitwas."

           "Didn’tyoueveraskhimtocomeinsidethefencebefore?"

           Shewaspreparednow."Ididnot,Icertainlydidnot."

           "Onedidnot’senough,"saidAtticusserenely."Youneveraskedhimtodooddjobsforyoubefore?"

           "Imighta,"concededMayella."Therewasseveralniggersaround."

           "Canyourememberanyotheroccasions?"

           "No."

           "Allright,nowtowhathappened.YousaidTomRobinsonwasbehindyouintheroomwhenyouturnedaround,thatright?"

           "Yes."

           "Yousaidhe‘gotyouaroundtheneckcussingandsayingdirt’—isthatright?"

           "’t’sright."

           Atticus’smemoryhadsuddenlybecomeaccurate."Yousay‘hecaughtmeandchokedmeandtookadvantageofme’—isthatright?"

           "That’swhatIsaid."

           "Doyourememberhimbeatingyouabouttheface?"

           Thewitnesshesitated.

           "Youseemsureenoughthathechokedyou.Allthistimeyouwerefightingback,remember?You‘kickedandholleredasloudasyoucould.’Doyourememberhimbeatingyouabouttheface?"

           Mayellawassilent.Sheseemedtobetryingtogetsomethingcleartoherself.IthoughtforamomentshewasdoingMr.