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"
But
they
don
’
t
have
to
go
to
the
courthouse
and
wallow
in
it
—
"
"
It
’
s
just
as
much
Maycomb
County
as
missionary
teas
.
"
"
Atticus
—
"
Aunt
Alexandra
’
s
eyes
were
anxious
.
"
You
are
the
last
person
I
thought
would
turn
bitter
over
this
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
bitter
,
just
tired
.
I
’
m
going
to
bed
.
"
"
Atticus
—
"
said
Jem
bleakly
.
He
turned
in
the
doorway
.
"
What
,
son
?
"
"
How
could
they
do
it
,
how
could
they
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
but
they
did
it
.
They
’
ve
done
it
before
and
they
did
it
tonight
and
they
’
ll
do
it
again
and
when
they
do
it
—
seems
that
only
children
weep
.
Good
night
.
"
But
things
are
always
better
in
the
morning
.
Atticus
rose
at
his
usual
ungodly
hour
and
was
in
the
livingroom
behind
the
Mobile
Register
when
we
stumbled
in
.
Jem
’
s
morning
face
posed
the
question
his
sleepy
lips
struggled
to
ask
.
