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           "Nosir,"saidJem,reddening.

           "Ihopeitdoesn’t,"hesaidshortly,andwentinsidethehouse.

           "Je-m..."

           "Shutup!He’sgoneinthelivingroom,hecanhearusinthere."

           Safelyintheyard,DillaskedJemifwecouldplayanymore.

           "Idon’tknow.Atticusdidn’tsaywecouldn’t—"

           "Jem,"Isaid,"IthinkAtticusknowsitanyway."

           "Nohedon’t.Ifhedidhe’dsayhedid."

           Iwasnotsosure,butJemtoldmeIwasbeingagirl,thatgirlsalwaysimaginedthings,that’swhyotherpeoplehatedthemso,andifIstartedbehavinglikeoneIcouldjustgooffandfindsometoplaywith.

           "Allright,youjustkeepitupthen,"Isaid."You’llfindout."

           Atticus’sarrivalwasthesecondreasonIwantedtoquitthegame.ThefirstreasonhappenedthedayIrolledintotheRadleyfrontyard.Throughallthehead-shaking,quellingofnauseaandJem-yelling,Ihadheardanothersound,solowIcouldnothavehearditfromthesidewalk.Someoneinsidethehousewaslaughing.