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"
Did
she
frighten
you
?
"
asked
Atticus
.
"
No
sir
,
"
said
Jem
,
"
but
she
’
s
so
nasty
.
She
has
fits
or
somethin
’
.
She
spits
a
lot
.
"
"
She
can
’
t
help
that
.
When
people
are
sick
they
don
’
t
look
nice
sometimes
.
"
"
She
scared
me
,
"
I
said
.
Atticus
looked
at
me
over
his
glasses
.
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
go
with
Jem
,
you
know
.
"
The
next
afternoon
at
Mrs
.
Dubose
’
s
was
the
same
as
the
first
,
and
so
was
the
next
,
until
gradually
a
pattern
emerged
:
everything
would
begin
normally
—
that
is
,
Mrs
.
Dubose
would
hound
Jem
for
a
while
on
her
favorite
subjects
,
her
camellias
and
our
father
’
s
nigger
-
loving
propensities
;
she
would
grow
increasingly
silent
,
then
go
away
from
us
.
The
alarm
clock
would
ring
,
Jessie
would
shoo
us
out
,
and
the
rest
of
the
day
was
ours
.
"
Atticus
,
"
I
said
one
evening
,
"
what
exactly
is
a
nigger
-
lover
?
"
Atticus
’
s
face
was
grave
.
"
Has
somebody
been
calling
you
that
?
"
"
No
sir
,
Mrs
.
Dubose
calls
you
that
.
She
warms
up
every
afternoon
calling
you
that
.
Francis
called
me
that
last
Christmas
,
that
’
s
where
I
first
heard
it
.
"
"
Is
that
the
reason
you
jumped
on
him
?
"
asked
Atticus
.
