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           "Iwouldn’tbesosureofthat,Atticus,"shesaid."Hiskind’ddoanythingtopayoffagrudge.Youknowhowthosepeopleare."

           "WhatonearthcouldEwelldotome,sister?"

           "Somethingfurtive,"AuntAlexandrasaid."Youmaycountonthat."

           "NobodyhasmuchchancetobefurtiveinMaycomb,"Atticusanswered.

           Afterthat,wewerenotafraid.Summerwasmeltingaway,andwemadethemostofit.AtticusuredusthatnothingwouldhappentoTomRobinsonuntilthehighercourtreviewedhiscase,andthatTomhadagoodchanceofgoingfree,oratleastofhavinganewtrial.HewasatEnfieldPrisonFarm,seventymilesawayinChesterCounty.IaskedAtticusifTom’swifeandchildrenwereallowedtovisithim,butAtticussaidno.

           "Ifheloseshisappeal,"Iaskedoneevening,"what’llhappentohim?"

           "He’llgotothechair,"saidAtticus,"unlesstheGovernorcommuteshissentence.Nottimetoworryyet,Scout.We’vegotagoodchance."

           JemwassprawledonthesofareadingPopularMechanics.Helookedup."Itain’tright.Hedidn’tkillanybodyevenifhewasguilty.Hedidn’ttakeanybody’slife."

           "Youknowrape’sacapitaloffenseinAlabama,"saidAtticus.

           "Yessir,butthejurydidn’thavetogivehimdeath—iftheywantedtotheycould’vegavehimtwentyyears."

           "Given,"saidAtticus."TomRobinson’sacoloredman,Jem.Nojuryinthispartoftheworld’sgoingtosay,‘Wethinkyou’reguilty,butnotvery,’onachargelikethat.