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Suddenly
I
noticed
that
the
men
were
backing
away
from
Miss
Maudie
’
s
house
,
moving
down
the
street
toward
us
.
They
were
no
longer
carrying
furniture
.
The
fire
was
well
into
the
second
floor
and
had
eaten
its
way
to
the
roof
:
window
frames
were
black
against
a
vivid
orange
center
.
"
Jem
,
it
looks
like
a
pumpkin
—
"
"
Scout
,
look
!
"
Smoke
was
rolling
off
our
house
and
Miss
Rachel
’
s
house
like
fog
off
a
riverbank
,
and
men
were
pulling
hoses
toward
them
.
Behind
us
,
the
fire
truck
from
Abbottsville
screamed
around
the
curve
and
stopped
in
front
of
our
house
.
"
That
book
.
.
.
"
I
said
.
"
What
?
"
said
Jem
.
"
That
Tom
Swift
book
,
it
ain
’
t
mine
,
it
’
s
Dill
’
s
.
.
.
"
"
Don
’
t
worry
,
Scout
,
it
ain
’
t
time
to
worry
yet
,
"
said
Jem
.
He
pointed
.
"
Looka
yonder
.
"
In
a
group
of
neighbors
,
Atticus
was
standing
with
his
hands
in
his
overcoat
pockets
.
He
might
have
been
watching
a
football
game
.
Miss
Maudie
was
beside
him
.
"
See
there
,
he
’
s
not
worried
yet
,
"
said
Jem
.
