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In
the
corner
of
the
room
was
a
brass
bed
,
and
in
the
bed
was
Mrs
.
Dubose
.
I
wondered
if
Jem
’
s
activities
had
put
her
there
,
and
for
a
moment
I
felt
sorry
for
her
.
She
was
lying
under
a
pile
of
quilts
and
looked
almost
friendly
.
There
was
a
marble
-
topped
washstand
by
her
bed
;
on
it
were
a
glass
with
a
teaspoon
in
it
,
a
red
ear
syringe
,
a
box
of
absorbent
cotton
,
and
a
steel
alarm
clock
standing
on
three
tiny
legs
.
"
So
you
brought
that
dirty
little
sister
of
yours
,
did
you
?
"
was
her
greeting
.
Jem
said
quietly
,
"
My
sister
ain
’
t
dirty
and
I
ain
’
t
scared
of
you
,
"
although
I
noticed
his
knees
shaking
.
I
was
expecting
a
tirade
,
but
all
she
said
was
,
"
You
may
commence
reading
,
Jeremy
.
"
Jem
sat
down
in
a
cane
-
bottom
chair
and
opened
Ivanhoe
.
I
pulled
up
another
one
and
sat
beside
him
.
"
Come
closer
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Dubose
.
"
Come
to
the
side
of
the
bed
.
"
We
moved
our
chairs
forward
.
This
was
the
nearest
I
had
ever
been
to
her
,
and
the
thing
I
wanted
most
to
do
was
move
my
chair
back
again
.
She
was
horrible
.
Her
face
was
the
color
of
a
dirty
pillowcase
,
and
the
corners
of
her
mouth
glistened
with
wet
,
which
inched
like
a
glacier
down
the
deep
grooves
enclosing
her
chin
.
Old
-
age
liver
spots
dotted
her
cheeks
,
and
her
pale
eyes
had
black
pinpoint
pupils
.
Her
hands
were
knobby
,
and
the
cuticles
were
grown
up
over
her
fingernails
.
Her
bottom
plate
was
not
in
,
and
her
upper
lip
protruded
;
from
time
to
time
she
would
draw
her
nether
lip
to
her
upper
plate
and
carry
her
chin
with
it
.
This
made
the
wet
move
faster
.
I
didn
’
t
look
any
more
than
I
had
to
.
Jem
reopened
Ivanhoe
and
began
reading
.
I
tried
to
keep
up
with
him
,
but
he
read
too
fast
.
When
Jem
came
to
a
word
he
didn
’
t
know
,
he
skipped
it
,
but
Mrs
.
Dubose
would
catch
him
and
make
him
spell
it
out
.
Jem
read
for
perhaps
twenty
minutes
,
during
which
time
I
looked
at
the
soot
-
stained
mantelpiece
,
out
the
window
,
anywhere
to
keep
from
looking
at
her
.
As
he
read
along
,
I
noticed
that
Mrs
.
Dubose
’
s
corrections
grew
fewer
and
farther
between
,
that
Jem
had
even
left
one
sentence
dangling
in
mid
-
air
.
She
was
not
listening
.
