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           Untilmyfatherexplainedittomelater,IdidnotunderstandthesubtletyofTom’spredicament:hewouldnothavedaredstrikeawhitewomanunderanycircumstancesandexpecttolivelong,sohetookthefirstopportunitytorun—asuresignofguilt.

           "Tom,gobackoncemoretoMr.Ewell,"saidAtticus."Didhesayanythingtoyou?"

           "Notanything,suh.Hemightasaidsomethin’,butIweren’tthere—"

           "That’lldo,"Atticuscutinsharply."Whatyoudidhear,whowashetalkingto?"

           "Mr.Finch,heweretalkin’andlookin’atMissMayella."

           "Thenyouran?"

           "Isho’did,suh."

           "Whydidyourun?"

           "Iwasscared,suh."

           "Whywereyouscared?"

           "Mr.Finch,ifyouwasaniggerlikeme,you’dbescared,too."

           Atticussatdown.Mr.Gilmerwasmakinghiswaytothewitnessstand,butbeforehegotthereMr.LinkDeasrosefromtheaudienceandannounced:

           "Ijustwantthewholelotofyoutoknowonethingrightnow.Thatboy’sworkedformeeightyearsan’Iain’thadaspecko’troubleoutahim.Notaspeck."

           "Shutyourmouth,sir!"JudgeTaylorwaswideawakeandroaring.Hewasalsopinkintheface.Hisspeechwasmiraculouslyunimpairedbyhiscigar.