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| For reasons unfathomable to the most experienced prophets in Maycomb County, autumn turned to winter that year. | |
| School started, and so did our daily trips past the Radley Place. | |
| When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. | |
| Aunt Alexandra got up and reached for the mantelpiece. | |
| Calpurnia wore her stiffest starched apron. | |
| But someone was booming again. | |
| Things did settle down, after a fashion, as Atticus said they would. | |
| Catching Walter Cunningham in the schoolyard gave me some pleasure, but when I was rubbing his nose in the dirt, Jem came by and told me to stop. | |
| 'I wish Bob Ewell wouldn't chew tobacco,' was all Atticus said about it. | |
| 'You can just take that back, boy!' | |
| The remainder of my schooldays were no more auspicious than the first. | |
| 'Mr. Arthur, honey,' said Atticus, gently correcting me. | |
| When Boo Radley shuffled to his feet, light from the livingroom windows glistened on his forehead. | |
| Dill left us early in September, to return to Meridian. | |
| Atticus was feeble; he was nearly fifty. | |
| Jem heard me. | |
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| It was Jem's turn to cry. | |
| When we were small, Jem and I confined our activities to the southern neighborhood, but when I was well into the second grade at school and tormenting Boo Radley became passe... | |
| 'Put my bag in the front bedroom, Calpurnia,' was the first thing Aunt Alexandra said. | |
| The weather was unusually warm for the last day of October. | |
| Jem stayed moody and silent for a week. | |
| My nagging got the better of Jem eventually, as I knew it would, and to my relief we slowed down the game for a while. | |
| Thomas Robinson reached around, ran his fingers under his left arm and lifted it. | |
| 'Yes,' said our father, when Jem asked him if we could go over and sit by Miss Rachel's fishpool with Dill, as this was his last night in Maycomb. | |
| 'Come on round here, son, I got something that'll settle your stomach.' | |
| After many telephone calls, much pleading on behalf of the defendant, and a long forgiving letter from his mother, it was decided that Dill could stay. | |
| Although we heard no more about the Finch family from Aunt Alexandra, we heard plenty from the town. | |
| Jem was twelve. | |
| 'Jem,' I said, 'are those the Ewells sittin' down yonder?' | |
| She stopped shyly at the railing and waited to get Judge Taylor's attention. | |
| 'Don't do that, Scout.' | |
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