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           Westopped,andheardAtticus’svoice:"...notserious...theyallgothroughit,MissRachel...."

           Dillwascomforted,butJemandIweren’t.TherewastheproblemofJemshowingupsomepantsinthemorning.

           "’dgiveyousomeofmine,"saidDill,aswecametoMissRachel’ssteps.Jemsaidhecouldn’tgetinthem,butthanksanyway.Wesaidgood-bye,andDillwentinsidethehouse.Heevidentlyrememberedhewasengagedtome,forheranbackoutandkissedmeswiftlyinfrontofJem."Yawlwrite,hear?"hebawledafterus.

           HadJem’spantsbeensafelyonhim,wewouldnothavesleptmuchanyway.Everynight-soundIheardfrommycotonthebackporchwasmagnifiedthree-fold;everyscratchoffeetongravelwasBooRadleyseekingrevenge,everypassingNegrolaughinginthenightwasBooRadleylooseandafterus;insectssplashingagainstthescreenwereBooRadley’sinsanefingerspickingthewiretopieces;thechinaberrytreesweremalignant,hovering,alive.IlingeredbetweensleepandwakefulnessuntilIheardJemmurmur.

           "Sleep,LittleThree-Eyes?"

           "Areyoucrazy?"

           "Sh-h.Atticus’slight’sout."

           InthewaningmoonlightIsawJemswinghisfeettothefloor.

           "I’mgoin’after‘em,"hesaid.

           Isatupright."Youcan’t.Iwon’tletyou."