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      <title>Quotes for Calpurnia, Aunt Alexandra, Mrs. Dubose, and Miss Maudie by Mrs. Thomas</title>
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         <title>Page 148 Mrs. Dubose</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“She said she was going to leave this world beholden to nothing and nobody.” <br><br>She died “free as the mountain air… conscious… and cantankerous.”</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 148-149 Mrs. Dubose</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I think that was her way of telling you- everything's all right now... You know, she was a great lady. She had her own view about things..."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 149 Mrs. Dubose</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I wanted you to see what real courage is., instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. Mrs. Dubose won, all ninety-eight pounds of her. According to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody.  She was the bravest person I ever knew."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Calpurnia, Page 183</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“She’s never let them get away with anything, she’s never indulged them the way most colored nurses do. She tried to bring them up according to her lights, and Cal’s lights are pretty good-- and another thing, the children love her.” </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Calpurnia, page 38</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"'I missed you today,' she said. 'The house got so lonesome 'long about two o'clock I had to turn on the radio.'" ... "Calpurnia bent down and kissed me." </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 20:53:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Calpurnia, Page 6-7</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Calpurnia was... all angles and bones; she was nearsighted; she squinted; her hand was wide as a bed slat and twice as hard... She had been with us ever since Jem was born, and I had felt her tyrannical presence as long as I could remember.”</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 20:55:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Maudie, Page 56</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Miss Maudie hated her house: time spent indoors was time wasted. She was a widow, a chameleon lady who worked in her flower beds in an old straw hat and men’s coveralls, but after her five o’clock bath she would appear on the porch and reign over the street in magisterial beauty.  She loved everything that grew in God’s earth, even the weeds."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:19:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dubose, Page 132</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"If she was on the porch when we passed, we would be raked by her wrathful gaze, subjected to ruthless interrogation regarding our behavior, and given a melancholy prediction on what we would amount to when we grew up, which was always nothing."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Maudie, page 56-57</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Her speech was crisp for a Maycomb County inhabitant. She called us by all our names, and when she grinned she revealed two minute gold prongs clipped to her eyeteeth. When I admired them and hoped I would have some eventually, she said, 'Look here.' With a click of her tongue she thrust out her bridgework, a gesture of cordiality that cemented our friendship." </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Maudie, page 59</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"She had never told on us, had never played cat-and-mouse with us, she was not at all interested in our private lives. She was our friend. How so reasonable a creature could live in peril of everlasting torment was incomprehensible. 'That ain’t right, Miss Maudie. You’re the best lady I know.'"</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:25:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Maudie, page 60</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Miss Maudie’s voice was enough to shut anybody up."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:27:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Maudie, page 93</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I saw Atticus carrying Miss Maudie’s heavy oak rocking chair, and thought it sensible of him to save what she valued most."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:36:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Maudie, page 97</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div> “Always wanted a smaller house, Jem Finch. Gives me more yard. Just think, I’ll have more room for my azaleas now! Why, I hated that old cow barn. Thought of settin‘ fire to it a hundred times myself, except they’d lock me up.” Miss Maudie puzzled me. With most of her possessions gone and her beloved yard a shambles, she still took a lively and cordial interest in Jem’s and my affairs. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:41:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Dubose, page 132</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"She was very old; she spent most of each day in bed and the rest of it in a wheelchair. It was rumored that she kept a CSA pistol concealed among her numerous shawls and wraps."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:46:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Calpurnia, page 153-154</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“'Baby,' said Calpurnia, 'I just can’t help it if Mister Jem’s growin‘ up. He’s gonna want to be off to himself a lot now, doin’ whatever boys do, so you just come right on in the kitchen when you feel lonesome. We’ll find lots of things to do in here.' She seemed glad to see me when I appeared in the kitchen, and by watching her I began to think there was some skill involved in being a girl."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 21:56:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Calpurnia, page 157</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“'I don’t want anybody sayin‘ I don’t look after my children,' she muttered."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 22:03:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Calpurnia, page 167</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/vthomas88/1jrseuon642h/wish/302353902</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div> “It’s not necessary to tell all you know. It’s not ladylike—in the second place, folks don’t like to have somebody around knowin‘ more than they do. It aggravates ’em. You’re not gonna change any of them by talkin‘ right, they’ve got to want to learn themselves, and when they don’t want to learn there’s nothing you can do but keep your mouth shut or talk their language.” </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-11-08 22:05:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Calpurnia, page 159-160</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"She gave a dime to me and a dime to Jem. 'We’ve got ours,' he whispered. 'You keep it,' Calpurnia said, 'you’re my company.'” </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Alexandra, page 177-178</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“She asked me to tell you you must try to behave like the little lady and gentleman that you are. She wants to talk to you about the family and what it’s meant to Maycomb County through the years, so you’ll have some idea of who you are, so you might be moved to behave accordingly...” </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-28 03:48:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Alexandra, page 173</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I never understood her preoccupation with heredity. Somewhere, I had received the impression that Fine Folks were people who did the best they could with the sense they had, but Aunt Alexandra was of the opinion, obliquely expressed, that the longer a family had been squatting on one patch of land the finer it was."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-28 03:49:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Alexandra, page 172</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>When Aunt Alexandra went to school, self-doubt could not be found in any textbook, so she knew not its meaning. She was never bored, and given the slightest chance she would exercise her royal prerogative: she would arrange, advise, caution, and warn. She never let a chance escape her to point out the shortcomings of other tribal groups to the greater glory of our own..."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Alexandra, page 172, 175</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"To all parties present and participating in the life of the county, Aunt Alexandra was one of the last of her kind: she had river-boat, boarding-school manners; let any moral come along and she would uphold it; she was born in the objective case; she was an incurable gossip." ... "Aunt Alexandra fitted into the world of Maycomb like a hand into a glove, but never into the world of Jem and me."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-28 03:51:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Alexandra, page 171</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div> "Aunty had a way of declaring What Is Best For The Family, and I suppose her coming to live with us was in that category. Maycomb welcomed her."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Alexandra, page 170-171</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"She was not fat, but solid, and she chose protective garments that drew up her bosom to giddy heights, pinched in her waist, flared out her rear, and managed to suggest that Aunt Alexandra’s was once an hour-glass figure. From any angle, it was formidable." </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Alexandra, Page 111</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Aunt Alexandra was a back-porch listener."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-01-28 03:52:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Alexandra, Page 108</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Aunt Alexandra was fanatical on the subject of my attire. I could not possibly hope to be a lady if I wore breeches"</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Alexandra, Page 103</title>
         <author>vthomas88</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Aunt Alexandra would have been analogous to Mount Everest: throughout my early life, she was cold and there."</div>]]></description>
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