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"
That
’
ll
do
,
Scout
.
"
Atticus
put
his
hand
on
my
shoulder
.
"
Don
’
t
kick
folks
.
No
—
"
he
said
,
as
I
was
pleading
justification
.
"
Ain
’
t
nobody
gonna
do
Jem
that
way
,
"
I
said
.
"
All
right
,
Mr
.
Finch
,
get
‘
em
outa
here
,
"
someone
growled
.
"
You
got
fifteen
seconds
to
get
‘
em
outa
here
.
"
In
the
midst
of
this
strange
embly
,
Atticus
stood
trying
to
make
Jem
mind
him
.
"
I
ain
’
t
going
,
"
was
his
steady
answer
to
Atticus
’
s
threats
,
requests
,
and
finally
,
"
Please
Jem
,
take
them
home
.
"
I
was
getting
a
bit
tired
of
that
,
but
felt
Jem
had
his
own
reasons
for
doing
as
he
did
,
in
view
of
his
prospects
once
Atticus
did
get
him
home
.
I
looked
around
the
crowd
.
It
was
a
summer
’
s
night
,
but
the
men
were
dressed
,
most
of
them
,
in
overalls
and
denim
shirts
buttoned
up
to
the
collars
.
I
thought
they
must
be
cold
-
natured
,
as
their
sleeves
were
unrolled
and
buttoned
at
the
cuffs
.
Some
wore
hats
pulled
firmly
down
over
their
ears
.
They
were
sullen
-
looking
,
sleepy
-
eyed
men
who
seemed
unused
to
late
hours
.
I
sought
once
more
for
a
familiar
face
,
and
at
the
center
of
the
semi
-
circle
I
found
one
.
"
Hey
,
Mr
.
Cunningham
.
"
The
man
did
not
hear
me
,
it
seemed
.
"
Hey
,
Mr
.
Cunningham
.
How
’
s
your
entailment
gettin
’
along
?
"
Mr
.
Walter
Cunningham
’
s
legal
affairs
were
well
known
to
me
;
Atticus
had
once
described
them
at
length
.
The
big
man
blinked
and
hooked
his
thumbs
in
his
overall
straps
.
He
seemed
uncomfortable
;
he
cleared
his
throat
and
looked
away
.
My
friendly
overture
had
fallen
flat
.
