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           "Heck?"

           "IsaidItookitoffadrunkmandowntowntonight.Ewellprobablyfoundthatkitchenknifeinthedumpsomewhere.Honeditdownandbidedhistime...justbidedhistime."

           Atticusmadehiswaytotheswingandsatdown.Hishandsdangledlimplybetweenhisknees.Hewaslookingatthefloor.Hehadmovedwiththesameslownessthatnightinfrontofthejail,whenIthoughtittookhimforevertofoldhisnewspaperandtossitinhischair.

           Mr.Tateclumpedsoftlyaroundtheporch."Itain’tyourdecision,Mr.Finch,it’sallmine.It’smydecisionandmyresponsibility.Foronce,ifyoudon’tseeitmyway,there’snotmuchyoucandoaboutit.Ifyouwantatry,I’llcallyoualiartoyourface.YourboyneverstabbedBobEwell,"hesaidslowly,"didn’tcomenearamileofitandnowyouknowit.Allhewantedtodowasgethimandhissistersafelyhome."

           Mr.Tatestoppedpacing.HestoppedinfrontofAtticus,andhisbackwastous."I’mnotaverygoodman,sir,butIamsheriffofMaycombCounty.Livedinthistownallmylifean’I’mgoin’onforty-threeyearsold.Knoweverythingthat’shappenedheresincebeforeIwasborn.There’sablackboydeadfornoreason,andthemanresponsibleforit’sdead.Letthedeadburythedeadthistime,Mr.Finch.Letthedeadburythedead."

           Mr.Tatewenttotheswingandpickeduphishat.ItwaslyingbesideAtticus.Mr.Tatepushedbackhishairandputhishaton.