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           Maybethings’llstrikehimasbeing—notquiteright,say,buthewon’tcry,notwhenhegetsafewyearsonhim."

           "Cryaboutwhat,Mr.Raymond?"Dill’smalenesswasbeginningtoertitself.

           "Cryaboutthesimplehellpeoplegiveotherpeople—withouteventhinking.Cryaboutthehellwhitepeoplegivecoloredfolks,withoutevenstoppingtothinkthatthey’repeople,too."

           "Atticussayscheatin’acoloredmanistentimesworsethancheatin’awhiteman,"Imuttered."Saysit’stheworstthingyoucando."

           Mr.Raymondsaid,"Idon’treckonit’s—MissJeanLouise,youdon’tknowyourpa’snotarun-of-the-millman,it’lltakeafewyearsforthattosinkin—youhaven’tseenenoughoftheworldyet.Youhaven’tevenseenthistown,butallyougottadoisstepbackinsidethecourthouse."

           WhichremindedmethatweweremissingnearlyallofMr.Gilmer’scross-examination.Ilookedatthesun,anditwasdroppingfastbehindthestore-topsonthewestsideofthesquare.Betweentwofires,IcouldnotdecidewhichIwantedtojumpinto:Mr.Raymondorthe5thJudicialCircuitCourt."C’mon,Dill,"Isaid."Youallright,now?"

           "Yeah.Gladt’vemetcha,Mr.Raymond,andthanksforthedrink,itwasmightysettlin’."

           Weracedbacktothecourthouse,upthesteps,uptwoflightsofstairs,andedgedourwayalongthebalconyrail.ReverendSykeshadsavedourseats.

           Thecourtroomwasstill,andagainIwonderedwherethebabieswere.