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"
No
ma
’
am
.
"
"
Wonder
why
he
never
goes
huntin
’
now
,
"
I
said
.
"
Maybe
I
can
tell
you
,
"
said
Miss
Maudie
.
"
If
your
father
’
s
anything
,
he
’
s
civilized
in
his
heart
.
Marksmanship
’
s
a
gift
of
God
,
a
talent
—
oh
,
you
have
to
practice
to
make
it
perfect
,
but
shootin
’
s
different
from
playing
the
piano
or
the
like
.
I
think
maybe
he
put
his
gun
down
when
he
realized
that
God
had
given
him
an
unfair
advantage
over
most
living
things
.
I
guess
he
decided
he
wouldn
’
t
shoot
till
he
had
to
,
and
he
had
to
today
.
"
"
Looks
like
he
’
d
be
proud
of
it
,
"
I
said
.
"
People
in
their
right
minds
never
take
pride
in
their
talents
,
"
said
Miss
Maudie
.
We
saw
Zeebo
drive
up
.
He
took
a
pitchfork
from
the
back
of
the
garbage
truck
and
gingerly
lifted
Tim
Johnson
.
He
pitched
the
dog
onto
the
truck
,
then
poured
something
from
a
gallon
jug
on
and
around
the
spot
where
Tim
fell
.
"
Don
’
t
yawl
come
over
here
for
a
while
,
"
he
called
.
When
we
went
home
I
told
Jem
we
’
d
really
have
something
to
talk
about
at
school
on
Monday
.
Jem
turned
on
me
.
"
Don
’
t
say
anything
about
it
,
Scout
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
?
I
certainly
am
.
Ain
’
t
everybody
’
s
daddy
the
deadest
shot
in
Maycomb
County
.
"
