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"
I
never
heard
tell
that
it
’
s
against
the
law
for
a
citizen
to
do
his
utmost
to
prevent
a
crime
from
being
committed
,
which
is
exactly
what
he
did
,
but
maybe
you
’
ll
say
it
’
s
my
duty
to
tell
the
town
all
about
it
and
not
hush
it
up
.
Know
what
’
d
happen
then
?
All
the
ladies
in
Maycomb
includin
’
my
wife
’
d
be
knocking
on
his
door
bringing
angel
food
cakes
.
To
my
way
of
thinkin
’
,
Mr
.
Finch
,
taking
the
one
man
who
’
s
done
you
and
this
town
a
great
service
an
’
draggin
’
him
with
his
shy
ways
into
the
limelight
—
to
me
,
that
’
s
a
sin
.
It
’
s
a
sin
and
I
’
m
not
about
to
have
it
on
my
head
.
If
it
was
any
other
man
,
it
’
d
be
different
.
But
not
this
man
,
Mr
.
Finch
.
"
Mr
.
Tate
was
trying
to
dig
a
hole
in
the
floor
with
the
toe
of
his
boot
.
He
pulled
his
nose
,
then
he
massaged
his
left
arm
.
"
I
may
not
be
much
,
Mr
.
Finch
,
but
I
’
m
still
sheriff
of
Maycomb
County
and
Bob
Ewell
fell
on
his
knife
.
Good
night
,
sir
.
"
Mr
.
Tate
stamped
off
the
porch
and
strode
across
the
front
yard
.
His
car
door
slammed
and
he
drove
away
.
Atticus
sat
looking
at
the
floor
for
a
long
time
.
Finally
he
raised
his
head
.
"
Scout
,
"
he
said
,
"
Mr
.
Ewell
fell
on
his
knife
.
Can
you
possibly
understand
?
"
Atticus
looked
like
he
needed
cheering
up
.
I
ran
to
him
and
hugged
him
and
kissed
him
with
all
my
might
.
"
Yes
sir
,
I
understand
,
"
I
reassured
him
.
"
Mr
.
Tate
was
right
.
"
Atticus
disengaged
himself
and
looked
at
me
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Well
,
it
’
d
be
sort
of
like
shootin
’
a
mockingbird
,
wouldn
’
t
it
?
"
Atticus
put
his
face
in
my
hair
and
rubbed
it
When
he
got
up
and
walked
across
the
porch
into
the
shadows
,
his
youthful
step
had
returned
.
Before
he
went
inside
the
house
,
he
stopped
in
front
of
Boo
Radley
.
"
Thank
you
for
my
children
,
Arthur
,
"
he
said
.
When
Boo
Radley
shuffled
to
his
feet
,
light
from
the
livingroom
windows
glistened
on
his
forehead
.
Every
move
he
made
was
uncertain
,
as
if
he
were
not
sure
his
hands
and
feet
could
make
proper
contact
with
the
things
he
touched
.
He
coughed
his
dreadful
raling
cough
,
and
was
so
shaken
he
had
to
sit
down
again
.
His
hand
searched
for
his
hip
pocket
,
and
he
pulled
out
a
handkerchief
.
He
coughed
into
it
,
then
he
wiped
his
forehead
.
