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Jem gulped like a goldfish, hunched his shoulders, and twitched his torso.
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| No, he's doin' like this. He's goin' like that, only not like he means to. | |
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Calpurnia's voice hardens.
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| Are you telling me a story, Jem Finch? Was he runnin'? | |
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| No Cal, I swear I'm not. No, he's just moseyin' along, so slow you can't hardly tell it. He's comin' this way. | |
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Calpurnia followed them beyond the Radley Place and looked where Jem pointed. Tim Johnson was not much more than a speck in the distance, but he was closer to them. He walked erratically.
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