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           I—"

           "Seethere,Heck?Thankyoufromthebottomofmyheart,butIdon’twantmyboystartingoutwithsomethinglikethisoverhishead.Bestwaytocleartheairistohaveitalloutintheopen.Letthecountycomeandbringsandwiches.Idon’twanthimgrowingupwithawhisperabouthim,Idon’twantanybodysaying,‘JemFinch...hisdaddypaidaminttogethimoutofthat.’Soonerwegetthisoverwiththebetter."

           "Mr.Finch,"Mr.Tatesaidstolidly,"BobEwellfellonhisknife.Hekilledhimself."

           Atticuswalkedtothecorneroftheporch.Helookedatthewisteriavine.Inhisownway,Ithought,eachwasasstubbornastheother.Iwonderedwhowouldgiveinfirst.Atticus’sstubbornnesswasquietandrarelyevident,butinsomewayshewasassetastheCunninghams.Mr.Tate’swasunschooledandblunt,butitwasequaltomyfather’s.

           "Heck,"Atticus’sbackwasturned."Ifthisthing’shushedupit’llbeasimpledenialtoJemofthewayI’vetriedtoraisehim.SometimesIthinkI’matotalfailureasaparent,butI’mallthey’vegot.BeforeJemlooksatanyoneelsehelooksatme,andI’vetriedtolivesoIcanlooksquarelybackathim...ifIconnivedatsomethinglikethis,franklyIcouldn’tmeethiseye,andthedayIcan’tdothatI’llknowI’velosthim.Idon’twanttolosehimandScout,becausethey’reallI’vegot."

           "Mr.Finch."Mr.Tatewasstillplantedtothefloorboards."BobEwellfellonhisknife.Icanproveit."

           Atticuswheeledaround.