Atticus was making his slow pilgrimage to the windows , as he had been doing : he would ask a question , then look out , waiting for an answer . He did not see her involuntary jump , but it seemed to me that he knew she had moved . He turned around and raised his eyebrows . " Was — " he began again .
Аттикус, как и раньше, медленно шел к окну: то задавал вопрос, то выглядывал, ожидая ответа. Он не видел ее непроизвольного прыжка, но мне казалось, что он знал, что она двинулась. Он обернулся и поднял брови. «Был…» начал он снова.