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Two
geological
ages
later
,
we
heard
the
soles
of
Atticus
’
s
shoes
scrape
the
front
steps
.
The
screen
door
slammed
,
there
was
a
pause
—
Atticus
was
at
the
hat
rack
in
the
hall
—
and
we
heard
him
call
,
"
Jem
!
"
His
voice
was
like
the
winter
wind
.
Atticus
switched
on
the
ceiling
light
in
the
livingroom
and
found
us
there
,
frozen
still
.
He
carried
my
baton
in
one
hand
;
its
filthy
yellow
tassel
trailed
on
the
rug
.
He
held
out
his
other
hand
;
it
contained
fat
camellia
buds
.
"
Jem
,
"
he
said
,
"
are
you
responsible
for
this
?
"
"
Yes
sir
.
"
"
Why
’
d
you
do
it
?
"
Jem
said
softly
,
"
She
said
you
lawed
for
niggers
and
trash
.
"
"
You
did
this
because
she
said
that
?
"
Jem
’
s
lips
moved
,
but
his
,
"
Yes
sir
,
"
was
inaudible
.
"
Son
,
I
have
no
doubt
that
you
’
ve
been
annoyed
by
your
contemporaries
about
me
lawing
for
niggers
,
as
you
say
,
but
to
do
something
like
this
to
a
sick
old
lady
is
inexcusable
.
I
strongly
advise
you
to
go
down
and
have
a
talk
with
Mrs
.
Dubose
,
"
said
Atticus
.
"
Come
straight
home
afterward
.
"
Jem
did
not
move
.
