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We
had
almost
seen
him
a
couple
of
times
,
a
good
enough
score
for
anybody
.
But
I
still
looked
for
him
each
time
I
went
by
.
Maybe
someday
we
would
see
him
.
I
imagined
how
it
would
be
:
when
it
happened
,
he
’
d
just
be
sitting
in
the
swing
when
I
came
along
.
"
Hidy
do
,
Mr
.
Arthur
,
"
I
would
say
,
as
if
I
had
said
it
every
afternoon
of
my
life
.
"
Evening
,
Jean
Louise
,
"
he
would
say
,
as
if
he
had
said
it
every
afternoon
of
my
life
,
"
right
pretty
spell
we
’
re
having
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Yes
sir
,
right
pretty
,
"
I
would
say
,
and
go
on
.
It
was
only
a
fantasy
.
We
would
never
see
him
.
He
probably
did
go
out
when
the
moon
was
down
and
gaze
upon
Miss
Stephanie
Crawford
.
I
’
d
have
picked
somebody
else
to
look
at
,
but
that
was
his
business
.
He
would
never
gaze
at
us
.
"
You
aren
’
t
starting
that
again
,
are
you
?
"
said
Atticus
one
night
,
when
I
expressed
a
stray
desire
just
to
have
one
good
look
at
Boo
Radley
before
I
died
.
"
If
you
are
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
right
now
:
stop
it
.
I
’
m
too
old
to
go
chasing
you
off
the
Radley
property
.
Besides
,
it
’
s
dangerous
.
You
might
get
shot
.
You
know
Mr
.
Nathan
shoots
at
every
shadow
he
sees
,
even
shadows
that
leave
size
-
four
bare
footprints
.
You
were
lucky
not
to
be
killed
.
"
I
hushed
then
and
there
.
At
the
same
time
I
marveled
at
Atticus
.
This
was
the
first
he
had
let
us
know
he
knew
a
lot
more
about
something
than
we
thought
he
knew
.
And
it
had
happened
years
ago
.
No
,
only
last
summer
—
no
,
summer
before
last
,
when
.
.
.
time
was
playing
tricks
on
me
.
I
must
remember
to
ask
Jem
.
So
many
things
had
happened
to
us
,
Boo
Radley
was
the
least
of
our
fears
.
Atticus
said
he
didn
’
t
see
how
anything
else
could
happen
,
that
things
had
a
way
of
settling
down
,
and
after
enough
time
passed
people
would
forget
that
Tom
Robinson
’
s
existence
was
ever
brought
to
their
attention
.
Perhaps
Atticus
was
right
,
but
the
events
of
the
summer
hung
over
us
like
smoke
in
a
closed
room
.
The
adults
in
Maycomb
never
discussed
the
case
with
Jem
and
me
;
it
seemed
that
they
discussed
it
with
their
children
,
and
their
attitude
must
have
been
that
neither
of
us
could
help
having
Atticus
for
a
parent
,
so
their
children
must
be
nice
to
us
in
spite
of
him
.
The
children
would
never
have
thought
that
up
for
themselves
:
had
our
classmates
been
left
to
their
own
devices
,
Jem
and
I
would
have
had
several
swift
,
satisfying
fist
-
fights
apiece
and
ended
the
matter
for
good
.
As
it
was
,
we
were
compelled
to
hold
our
heads
high
and
be
,
respectively
,
a
gentleman
and
a
lady
.
In
a
way
,
it
was
like
the
era
of
Mrs
.
Henry
Lafayette
Dubose
,
without
all
her
yelling
.
There
was
one
odd
thing
,
though
,
that
I
never
understood
:
in
spite
of
Atticus
’
s
shortcomings
as
a
parent
,
people
were
content
to
re
-
elect
him
to
the
state
legislature
that
year
,
as
usual
,
without
opposition
.
I
came
to
the
conclusion
that
people
were
just
peculiar
,
I
withdrew
from
them
,
and
never
thought
about
them
until
I
was
forced
to
.
I
was
forced
to
one
day
in
school
.
Once
a
week
,
we
had
a
Current
Events
period
.
Each
child
was
supposed
to
clip
an
item
from
a
newspaper
,
absorb
its
contents
,
and
reveal
them
to
the
class
.
