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Mrs
.
Farrow
was
a
splendidly
built
woman
with
pale
eyes
and
narrow
feet
.
She
had
a
fresh
permanent
wave
,
and
her
hair
was
a
mass
of
tight
gray
ringlets
.
She
was
the
second
most
devout
lady
in
Maycomb
.
She
had
a
curious
habit
of
prefacing
everything
she
said
with
a
soft
sibilant
sound
.
"
S
-
s
-
s
Grace
,
"
she
said
,
"
it
’
s
just
like
I
was
telling
Brother
Hutson
the
other
day
.
‘
S
-
s
-
s
Brother
Hutson
,
’
I
said
,
‘
looks
like
we
’
re
fighting
a
losing
battle
,
a
losing
battle
.
’
I
said
,
‘
S
-
s
-
s
it
doesn
’
t
matter
to
‘
em
one
bit
.
We
can
educate
‘
em
till
we
’
re
blue
in
the
face
,
we
can
try
till
we
drop
to
make
Christians
out
of
‘
em
,
but
there
’
s
no
lady
safe
in
her
bed
these
nights
.
’
He
said
to
me
,
‘
Mrs
.
Farrow
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
we
’
re
coming
to
down
here
.
’
S
-
s
-
s
I
told
him
that
was
certainly
a
fact
.
"
Mrs
.
Merriweather
nodded
wisely
.
Her
voice
soared
over
the
clink
of
coffee
cups
and
the
soft
bovine
sounds
of
the
ladies
munching
their
dainties
.
"
Gertrude
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
tell
you
there
are
some
good
but
misguided
people
in
this
town
.
Good
,
but
misguided
.
Folks
in
this
town
who
think
they
’
re
doing
right
,
I
mean
.
Now
far
be
it
from
me
to
say
who
,
but
some
of
‘
em
in
this
town
thought
they
were
doing
the
right
thing
a
while
back
,
but
all
they
did
was
stir
‘
em
up
.
That
’
s
all
they
did
.
Might
’
ve
looked
like
the
right
thing
to
do
at
the
time
,
I
’
m
sure
I
don
’
t
know
,
I
’
m
not
read
in
that
field
,
but
sulky
.
.
.
dissatisfied
.
.
.
I
tell
you
if
my
Sophy
’
d
kept
it
up
another
day
I
’
d
have
let
her
go
.
It
’
s
never
entered
that
wool
of
hers
that
the
only
reason
I
keep
her
is
because
this
depression
’
s
on
and
she
needs
her
dollar
and
a
quarter
every
week
she
can
get
it
.
"
"
His
food
doesn
’
t
stick
going
down
,
does
it
?
"
Miss
Maudie
said
it
.
Two
tight
lines
had
appeared
at
the
corners
of
her
mouth
.
She
had
been
sitting
silently
beside
me
,
her
coffee
cup
balanced
on
one
knee
.
I
had
lost
the
thread
of
conversation
long
ago
,
when
they
quit
talking
about
Tom
Robinson
’
s
wife
,
and
had
contented
myself
with
thinking
of
Finch
’
s
Landing
and
the
river
.
Aunt
Alexandra
had
got
it
backwards
:
the
business
part
of
the
meeting
was
blood
-
curdling
,
the
social
hour
was
dreary
.
"
Maudie
,
I
’
m
sure
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
mean
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Merriweather
.
"
I
’
m
sure
you
do
,
"
Miss
Maudie
said
shortly
.
She
said
no
more
.
When
Miss
Maudie
was
angry
her
brevity
was
icy
.
Something
had
made
her
deeply
angry
,
and
her
gray
eyes
were
as
cold
as
her
voice
.
Mrs
.
Merriweather
reddened
,
glanced
at
me
,
and
looked
away
.
I
could
not
see
Mrs
.
Farrow
.
Aunt
Alexandra
got
up
from
the
table
and
swiftly
passed
more
refreshments
,
neatly
engaging
Mrs
.
Merriweather
and
Mrs
.
Gates
in
brisk
conversation
.
