to kill a mocking bird


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  • He turned to me and nodded toward the front door
  • You’d like to say good night to Jem, wouldn’t you, Mr. Arthur? Come right in.
  • I led him down the hall. Aunt Alexandra was sitting by Jem’s bed.
  • “Yes ma’am, I think so
  • Come in, Arthur,He’s still asleep. Dr. Reynolds gave him a heavy sedative. Jean Louise, is your father in the livingroom?
  • Boo had drifted to a corner of the room, where he stood with his chin up, peering from a distance at Jem. I took him by the hand, a hand surprisingly warm for its whiteness. I tugged him a little, and he allowed me to lead him to Jem’s bed.
  • His hand came down lightly on Jem’s hair. I was beginning to learn his body English. His hand tightened on mine and he indicated that he wanted to leave.
  • Boo leaned forward and looked over it. An expression of timid curiosity was on his face, as though he had never seen a boy before. His mouth was slightly open, and he looked at Jem from head to foot. Boo’s hand came up, but he let it drop to his side.
  • “Go on, sir, he’s asleep.”
  • I led him to the front porch, where his uneasy steps halted. He was still holding my hand and he gave no sign of letting me go.I put my foot on the top step and stopped. I would lead him through our house, but I would never lead him home.
  • Will you take me home?
  • Mr. Arthur, bend your arm down here, like that. That’s right, sir.
  • We came to the street light on the corner, and I wondered how many times Dill had stood there hugging the fat pole, watching, waiting, hoping. I wondered how many times Jem and I had made this journey, but I entered the Radley front gate for the second time in my life. Boo and I walked up the steps to the porch. His fingers found the front doorknob. He gently released my hand, opened the door, went inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again
  • Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad.I turned to go home. Street lights winked down the street all the way to town. I had never seen our neighborhood from this angle.
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