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My
small
fantasy
about
him
was
alive
again
:
he
would
be
sitting
on
the
porch
.
.
.
right
pretty
spell
we
’
re
having
,
isn
’
t
it
,
Mr
.
Arthur
?
Yes
,
a
right
pretty
spell
.
Feeling
slightly
unreal
,
I
led
him
to
the
chair
farthest
from
Atticus
and
Mr
.
Tate
.
It
was
in
deep
shadow
.
Boo
would
feel
more
comfortable
in
the
dark
.
Atticus
was
sitting
in
the
swing
,
and
Mr
.
Tate
was
in
a
chair
next
to
him
.
The
light
from
the
livingroom
windows
was
strong
on
them
.
I
sat
beside
Boo
.
"
Well
,
Heck
,
"
Atticus
was
saying
,
"
I
guess
the
thing
to
do
—
good
Lord
,
I
’
m
losing
my
memory
.
.
.
"
Atticus
pushed
up
his
glasses
and
pressed
his
fingers
to
his
eyes
.
"
Jem
’
s
not
quite
thirteen
.
.
.
no
,
he
’
s
already
thirteen
—
I
can
’
t
remember
.
Anyway
,
it
’
ll
come
before
county
court
—
"
"
What
will
,
Mr
.
Finch
?
"
Mr
.
Tate
uncrossed
his
legs
and
leaned
forward
.
"
Of
course
it
was
clear
-
cut
self
defense
,
but
I
’
ll
have
to
go
to
the
office
and
hunt
up
—
"
"
Mr
.
Finch
,
do
you
think
Jem
killed
Bob
Ewell
?
Do
you
think
that
?
"
"
You
heard
what
Scout
said
,
there
’
s
no
doubt
about
it
.
She
said
Jem
got
up
and
yanked
him
off
her
—
he
probably
got
hold
of
Ewell
’
s
knife
somehow
in
the
dark
.
.
.
we
’
ll
find
out
tomorrow
.
"
"
Mis
-
ter
Finch
,
hold
on
,
"
said
Mr
.
Tate
.
"
Jem
never
stabbed
Bob
Ewell
.
"
