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           "Nosir,"Iansweredovermyshoulder."Dillhere,he’ssick."

           "Comeonoutunderthetrees,"Isaid."Heatgotyou,Iexpect."Wechosethefattestliveoakandwesatunderit.

           "ItwasjusthimIcouldn’tstand,"Dillsaid.

           "Who,Tom?"

           "ThatoldMr.Gilmerdoin’himthataway,talkingsohatefultohim—"

           "Dill,that’shisjob.Why,ifwedidn’thaveprosecutors—well,wecouldn’thavedefenseattorneys,Ireckon."

           Dillexhaledpatiently."Iknowallthat,Scout.Itwasthewayhesaiditmademesick,plainsick."

           "He’ssupposedtoactthatway,Dill,hewascross—"

           "Hedidn’tactthatwaywhen—"

           "Dill,thosewerehisownwitnesses."

           "Well,Mr.Finchdidn’tactthatwaytoMayellaandoldmanEwellwhenhecross-examinedthem.Thewaythatmancalledhim‘boy’allthetimean’sneeredathim,an’lookedaroundatthejuryeverytimeheanswered—"

           "Well,Dill,afterallhe’sjustaNegro."

           "Idon’tcareonespeck.Itain’tright,somehowitain’trighttodo‘emthatway.Hasn’tanybodygotanybusinesstalkin’likethat—itjustmakesmesick."

           "That’sjustMr.Gilmer’sway,Dill,hedoes‘emallthatway.You’veneverseenhimgetgood’ndownononeyet.Why,when—well,todayMr.Gilmerseemedtomelikehewasn’thalftrying.Theydo‘emallthatway,mostlawyers,Imean."

           "Mr.Finchdoesn’t."