To Kill a Mockingbird First Lines

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School started, and so did our daily trips past the Radley Place.
When Boo Radley shuffled to his feet, light from the livingroom windows glistened on his forehead.
Jem heard me.
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...
The remainder of my schooldays were no more auspicious than the first.
'Come on round here, son, I got something that'll settle your stomach.'
Things did settle down, after a fashion, as Atticus said they would.
Dill left us early in September, to return to Meridian.
'Put my bag in the front bedroom, Calpurnia,' was the first thing Aunt Alexandra said.
Although we heard no more about the Finch family from Aunt Alexandra, we heard plenty from the town.
She stopped shyly at the railing and waited to get Judge Taylor's attention.
'You can just take that back, boy!'
Aunt Alexandra got up and reached for the mantelpiece.
'Mr. Arthur, honey,' said Atticus, gently correcting me.
'Don't do that, Scout.'
Thomas Robinson reached around, ran his fingers under his left arm and lifted it.
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'I wish Bob Ewell wouldn't chew tobacco,' was all Atticus said about it.
When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.
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.
It was Jem's turn to cry.
Atticus was feeble; he was nearly fifty.
The weather was unusually warm for the last day of October.
For reasons unfathomable to the most experienced prophets in Maycomb County, autumn turned to winter that year.
'Jem,' I said, 'are those the Ewells sittin' down yonder?'
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.
But someone was booming again.
Calpurnia wore her stiffest starched apron.
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.
Jem was twelve.
'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.

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