Now go out through the kitchen you, I’ll post the window. He bolted the kitchen door and turned off the lamp. The hall began dancing rats, and the big fat rat under the table let out a heavy moan, like a sigh.
Atticus swung out of the window.
-Elsa! he shouted. The darkness had thickened. The wind sucked and smacked around the building’s corners. Atticus found his way to the bench.
-Weep not now, little! It’s a rough old house, but it can be improved on. And you can not just tear down everything old. The rest will be fine. You get so much food for thought. Repairs and painting and wallpaTriming. Everything you put on. I have no time. And the settlement late! I’ll ask Lisa, she helps you.
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