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The
night
was
still
.
I
could
hear
his
breath
coming
easily
beside
me
.
Occasionally
there
was
a
sudden
breeze
that
hit
my
bare
legs
,
but
it
was
all
that
remained
of
a
promised
windy
night
.
This
was
the
stillness
before
a
thunderstorm
.
We
listened
.
"
Heard
an
old
dog
just
then
,
"
I
said
.
"
It
’
s
not
that
,
"
Jem
answered
.
"
I
hear
it
when
we
’
re
walkin
’
along
,
but
when
we
stop
I
don
’
t
hear
it
.
"
"
You
hear
my
costume
rustlin
’
.
Aw
,
it
’
s
just
Halloween
got
you
.
.
.
.
"
I
said
it
more
to
convince
myself
than
Jem
,
for
sure
enough
,
as
we
began
walking
,
I
heard
what
he
was
talking
about
.
It
was
not
my
costume
.
"
It
’
s
just
old
Cecil
,
"
said
Jem
presently
.
"
He
won
’
t
get
us
again
.
Let
’
s
don
’
t
let
him
think
we
’
re
hurrying
.
"
We
slowed
to
a
crawl
.
I
asked
Jem
how
Cecil
could
follow
us
in
this
dark
,
looked
to
me
like
he
’
d
bump
into
us
from
behind
.
"
I
can
see
you
,
Scout
,
"
Jem
said
.
"
How
?
I
can
’
t
see
you
.
"
"
Your
fat
streaks
are
showin
’
.
Mrs
.
Crenshaw
painted
‘
em
with
some
of
that
shiny
stuff
so
they
’
d
show
up
under
the
footlights
.
I
can
see
you
pretty
well
,
an
’
I
expect
Cecil
can
see
you
well
enough
to
keep
his
distance
.
"
