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           "Well,IsaidIbestbegoin’,Icouldn’tdonothin’forher,an’shesaysohyesIcould,an’Iaskherwhat,andshesaystojuststeponthatchairyonderan’gitthatboxdownfromontopofthechiffarobe."

           "Notthesamechiffarobeyoubustedup?"askedAtticus.

           Thewitnesssmiled."Nawsuh,anotherone.Mostastallastheroom.SoIdonewhatshetoldme,an’Iwasjustreachin’whenthenextthingIknowsshe—she’dgrabbedmeroundthelegs,grabbedmeroundth’legs,Mr.Finch.ShescaredmesobadIhoppeddownan’turnedthechairover—thatwastheonlything,onlyfurniture,‘sturbedinthatroom,Mr.Finch,whenIleftit.Iswear‘foreGod."

           "Whathappenedafteryouturnedthechairover?"

           TomRobinsonhadcometoadeadstop.HeglancedatAtticus,thenatthejury,thenatMr.Underwoodsittingacrosstheroom.

           "Tom,you’resworntotellthewholetruth.Willyoutellit?"

           Tomranhishandnervouslyoverhismouth.

           "Whathappenedafterthat?"

           "Answerthequestion,"saidJudgeTaylor.One-thirdofhiscigarhadvanished.

           "Mr.Finch,Igotdownoffathatchairan’turnedaroundan’shesortajumpedonme."

           "Jumpedonyou?Violently?"

           "Nosuh,she—shehuggedme.Shehuggedmeroundthewaist."

           ThistimeJudgeTaylor’sgavelcamedownwithabang,andasitdidtheoverheadlightswentoninthecourtroom.Darknesshadnotcome,buttheafternoonsunhadleftthewindows.JudgeTaylorquicklyrestoredorder.