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           MissMaudiegrinned."Thankyouma’am.Thingis,foot-washersthinkwomenareasinbydefinition.TheytaketheBibleliterally,youknow."

           "IsthatwhyMr.Arthurstaysinthehouse,tokeepawayfromwomen?"

           "I’venoidea."

           "Itdoesn’tmakesensetome.LookslikeifMr.Arthurwashankerin’afterheavenhe’dcomeoutontheporchatleast.AtticussaysGod’slovingfolkslikeyouloveyourself—"

           MissMaudiestoppedrocking,andhervoicehardened."Youaretooyoungtounderstandit,"shesaid,"butsometimestheBibleinthehandofonemanisworsethanawhiskeybottleinthehandof—oh,ofyourfather."

           Iwasshocked."Atticusdoesn’tdrinkwhiskey,"Isaid."Heneverdrunkadropinhislife—nome,yeshedid.Hesaidhedranksomeonetimeanddidn’tlikeit."

           MissMaudielaughed."Wasn’ttalkingaboutyourfather,"shesaid."WhatImeantwas,ifAtticusFinchdrankuntilhewasdrunkhewouldn’tbeashardassomemenareattheirbest.Therearejustsomekindofmenwho—who’resobusyworryingaboutthenextworldthey’veneverlearnedtoliveinthisone,andyoucanlookdownthestreetandseetheresults."

           "Doyouthinkthey’retrue,allthosethingstheysayaboutB—Mr.Arthur?"

           "Whatthings?"

           Itoldher.

           "Thatisthree-fourthscoloredfolksandone-fourthStephanieCrawford,"saidMissMaudiegrimly.