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"
Don
’
t
waste
time
,
Heck
,
"
said
Atticus
.
"
Go
on
.
"
"
Mr
.
Finch
,
this
is
a
one
-
shot
job
.
"
Atticus
shook
his
head
vehemently
:
"
Don
’
t
just
stand
there
,
Heck
!
He
won
’
t
wait
all
day
for
you
—
"
"
For
God
’
s
sake
,
Mr
.
Finch
,
look
where
he
is
!
Miss
and
you
’
ll
go
straight
into
the
Radley
house
!
I
can
’
t
shoot
that
well
and
you
know
it
!
"
"
I
haven
’
t
shot
a
gun
in
thirty
years
—
"
Mr
.
Tate
almost
threw
the
rifle
at
Atticus
.
"
I
’
d
feel
mighty
comfortable
if
you
did
now
,
"
he
said
.
In
a
fog
,
Jem
and
I
watched
our
father
take
the
gun
and
walk
out
into
the
middle
of
the
street
.
He
walked
quickly
,
but
I
thought
he
moved
like
an
underwater
swimmer
:
time
had
slowed
to
a
nauseating
crawl
.
When
Atticus
raised
his
glasses
Calpurnia
murmured
,
"
Sweet
Jesus
help
him
,
"
and
put
her
hands
to
her
cheeks
.
Atticus
pushed
his
glasses
to
his
forehead
;
they
slipped
down
,
and
he
dropped
them
in
the
street
.
In
the
silence
,
I
heard
them
crack
.
Atticus
rubbed
his
eyes
and
chin
;
we
saw
him
blink
hard
.
In
front
of
the
Radley
gate
,
Tim
Johnson
had
made
up
what
was
left
of
his
mind
.
He
had
finally
turned
himself
around
,
to
pursue
his
original
course
up
our
street
.
He
made
two
steps
forward
,
then
stopped
and
raised
his
head
.
We
saw
his
body
go
rigid
.
