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"
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
a
good
habit
,
Atticus
.
It
encourages
them
.
You
know
how
they
talk
among
themselves
.
Every
thing
that
happens
in
this
town
’
s
out
to
the
Quarters
before
sundown
.
"
My
father
put
down
his
knife
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
of
any
law
that
says
they
can
’
t
talk
.
Maybe
if
we
didn
’
t
give
them
so
much
to
talk
about
they
’
d
be
quiet
.
Why
don
’
t
you
drink
your
coffee
,
Scout
?
"
I
was
playing
in
it
with
the
spoon
.
"
I
thought
Mr
.
Cunningham
was
a
friend
of
ours
.
You
told
me
a
long
time
ago
he
was
.
"
"
He
still
is
.
"
"
But
last
night
he
wanted
to
hurt
you
.
"
Atticus
placed
his
fork
beside
his
knife
and
pushed
his
plate
aside
.
"
Mr
.
Cunningham
’
s
basically
a
good
man
,
"
he
said
,
"
he
just
has
his
blind
spots
along
with
the
rest
of
us
.
"
Jem
spoke
.
"
Don
’
t
call
that
a
blind
spot
.
He
’
da
killed
you
last
night
when
he
first
went
there
.
"
"
He
might
have
hurt
me
a
little
,
"
Atticus
conceded
,
"
but
son
,
you
’
ll
understand
folks
a
little
better
when
you
’
re
older
.
A
mob
’
s
always
made
up
of
people
,
no
matter
what
.
Mr
.
Cunningham
was
part
of
a
mob
last
night
,
but
he
was
still
a
man
.
Every
mob
in
every
little
Southern
town
is
always
made
up
of
people
you
know
—
doesn
’
t
say
much
for
them
,
does
it
?
"
"
I
’
ll
say
not
,
"
said
Jem
.
