
“…It was like following a ghost. The next morning he was ready with some ribald tale of false adventures, and I never demanded the truth. If he wishes to lie to me, then he must have a reason.”
“He lies to you, and yet you trust him?”
“Yes,” Jem said. “I trust him.”
“But—”
“He lies consistently. He always invents the story that will make him look the worst.”
“…It was like following a ghost. The next morning he was ready with some ribald tale of false adventures, and I never...