- •I said if he wanted to take a broad view of the thing, it really
- •It was customary for the men in the family to remain on Simon's
- •If his trot-lines were full.
- •Inside the house lived a malevolent phantom. People said he existed,
- •Initial suspicions. A Negro would not pass the Radley Place at
- •In the presence and hearing of a female. The judge asked Mr. Conner
- •In surprise, for Calpurnia rarely commented on the ways of white
- •If you just go up and touch the house."
- •I heard an unfamiliar jingle in Jem's pockets. When we slowed to a
- •It certainly was. Before the first morning was over, Miss Caroline
- •It.) North Alabama was full of Liquor Interests, Big Mules, steel
- •If I could have explained these things to Miss Caroline, I would
- •In Walter's dietary affairs.
- •I returned to school and hated Calpurnia steadily until a sudden
- •I told Atticus I didn't feel very well and didn't think I'd go to
- •In certain circumstances the common folk judiciously allowed them
- •I couldn't help noticing that my father had served for years in the
- •In cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything
- •Velvet with a minute catch. Jem flicked open the tiny catch. Inside
- •I know for a fact don't anybody go by there- Cecil goes by the back
- •Valuable to somebody. I'm gonna put em in my trunk."
- •I ran to the back yard and pulled an old car tire from under the
- •I was fairly sure Boo Radley was inside that house, but I couldn't
- •It, added dialogue and plot until we had manufactured a small play
- •It was a melancholy little drama, woven from bits and scraps of
- •In Maycomb.
- •I haven't heard you yet!" Jem and I thought this a strange way to
- •In peril of everlasting torment was incomprehensible.
- •I was shocked. "Atticus doesn't drink whiskey," I said. "He never
- •I liked it very much.
- •It, Miss Priss!"
- •I've got the letter to prove it- he sent me two dollars, too!"
- •I returned and gazed around the curve at the empty road.
- •Invited there, we were not to play an asinine game he had seen us
- •It again so long as we watched. Jem and I were leaving Miss Rachel's
- •I didn't want to go with them I could go straight home and keep my fat
- •In a corner of the porch; above it a hat-rack mirror caught the moon
- •Its side, dropped, and was still. Then it turned and moved back across
- •It was then, I suppose, that Jem and I first began to part
- •It was no use. I unlatched the back door and held it while he
- •I can't tell sometimes."
- •Value. The sixth grade seemed to please him from the beginning: he
- •Into autumn, and autumn is sometimes never followed by winter, but
- •In his trunk.
- •It. "That was Eula May," he said when he returned. "I quote- 'As it
- •I looked back at my mushy footprints. Jem said if we waited until it
- •I wondered if Mr. Avery knew how hopefully we had watched last
- •It with earth and carried it to the front yard.
- •In making Mr. Avery look cross. A stick of stovewood completed the
- •Into Miss Maudie's back yard and returned triumphant. He stuck her
- •Into his pocket. He looked strangely overweight.
- •I looked up to see Mr. Avery cross the upstairs porch. He swung
- •It was dawn before the men began to leave, first one by one, then in
- •It was obvious that he had not followed a word Jem said, for all
- •I suppose I should include Uncle Jimmy, Aunt Alexandra's husband,
- •In my foot, permitting no one to come near me. When Uncle Jack
- •It took Atticus's courtroom voice to drag us away from the tree.
- •It by a wooden catwalk; in the back yard was a rusty bell on a pole,
- •I said.
- •I leaped off the steps and ran down the catwalk. It was easy to
- •I looked up at Aunt Alexandra. "I haven't got him in there, Aunty, I
- •I asked who it was; Uncle Jack answered.
- •I swear before God if I'll sit there and let him say somethin' about
- •I'm too old to keep it up- maybe you're right, Jean Louise, this is
- •I went to the back yard and found Jem plugging away at a tin can,
- •I wished my father was a devil from hell. I sounded out Calpurnia on
- •I thought mad dogs foamed at the mouth, galloped, leaped and
- •Interrogation regarding our behavior, and given a melancholy
- •I wasn't sure what Jem resented most, but I took umbrage at Mrs.
- •In later years, I sometimes wondered exactly what made Jem do it,
- •I followed Jem out of the livingroom. "Come back here," Atticus said
- •I hated him for that, but when you are in trouble you become
- •I'd work on 'em ever Saturday and try to make 'em grow back out."
- •In the corner of the room was a brass bed, and in the bed was Mrs.
- •I was expecting a tirade, but all she said was, "You may commence
- •I didn't look any more than I had to. Jem reopened Ivanhoe and
- •I looked toward the bed.
- •I pulled Jem's sleeve.
- •It was only three forty-five when we got home, so Jem and I
- •I tried to explain to Atticus that it wasn't so much what Francis
- •It suddenly came to me that each day we had been staying a little
- •It was over. We bounded down the sidewalk on a spree of sheer
- •I'd have made you go read to her anyway. It may have been some
- •In addition to Jem's newly developed characteristics, he had
- •If Calpurnia had ever bathed me roughly before, it was nothing
- •In the kitchen; that morning it was covered with our Sunday
- •If someone died during a dry spell, the body was covered with chunks
- •I felt Calpurnia's hand dig into my shoulder. "What you want, Lula?"
- •I agreed: they did not want us here. I sensed, rather than saw, that
- •Its pressure I said, "We thank you for lettin' us come." Jem echoed
- •I would have known that Calpurnia was of mature years- Zeebo had
- •I never understood her preoccupation with heredity. Somewhere, I had
- •Its streets graciously wide. Maycomb's proportion of professional
- •Inward. New people so rarely settled there, the same families
- •It was a sad thing that my father had neglected to tell me about the
- •I felt his hand on the back of my head. "Don't you worry about
- •I breathed again. It wasn't me, it was only Calpurnia they were
- •I said Atticus didn't worry about anything. Besides, the case
- •I threw myself at him as hard as I could, hitting, pulling,
- •I finally found my voice: "It's okay, Dill. When he wants you to
- •I told you he wouldn't bother you."
- •I raised up on my elbow, facing Dill's outline. "It's no reason to
- •I pushed the pillow to the headboard and sat up. "You know
- •In Maycomb, grown men stood outside in the front yard for only two
- •In Maycomb."
- •I caught Atticus coming in the door, and he said that they'd moved
- •I dressed quickly. We waited until Aunty's light went out, and we
- •In the Maycomb Bank building. When we rounded the corner of the
- •It. That is, above it. He covered the courthouse and jailhouse news
- •Voice was still the same, "that changes things, doesn't it?"
- •I began to feel sweat gathering at the edges of my hair; I could
- •I turned to Atticus, but Atticus had gone to the jail and was
- •It was long past my bedtime and I was growing quite tired; it seemed
- •I was playing in it with the spoon. "I thought Mr. Cunningham was
- •It was like Saturday. People from the south end of the county passed
- •It and he said X. Asked him again and he said X. They kept at it
- •I guess that the foot-washers thought that the Devil was quoting
- •It was a gala occasion. There was no room at the public hitching
- •In a far corner of the square, the Negroes sat quietly in the sun,
- •Idlers' Club and made myself as unobtrusive as possible. This was a
- •If you all came to the balcony with me?"
- •If he took advantage of her and she said yes he did. So I went down to
- •It with-"
- •In answer to the clerk's booming voice, a little bantam cock of a
- •I run into th' fence, but when I got distangled I run up to th' window
- •In possession of his court once more, Judge Taylor leaned back in
- •Is possible. Proceed, Mr. Gilmer."
- •Intercourse with your daughter?"
- •If it were stock-market quotations: "...Which eye her left oh yes
- •I was becoming nervous. Atticus seemed to know what he was doing-
- •I didn't think so: Atticus was trying to show, it seemed to me, that
- •In Maycomb County, it was easy to tell when someone bathed
- •Instead, she said, "He done what he was after."
- •Immaterial to object to, Atticus was quietly building up before the
- •Involuntary jump, but it seemed to me that he knew she had moved. He
- •I was studyin' why, just passin' by, when she says for me to come
- •Vanished.
- •It occurred to me that in their own way, Tom Robinson's manners were
- •I knew that Mr. Gilmer would sincerely tell the jury that anyone who
- •Version of events, the witness's steady answer was that she was
- •I had a feeling that I shouldn't be here listening to this sinful
- •Inside the courthouse."
- •I punched Jem. "How long's he been at it?"
- •Vest, unbuttoned his collar, loosened his tie, and took off his
- •I was exhilarated. So many things had happened so fast I felt it
- •In varying degrees of intensity. "Now you all eat slow," was her final
- •It wasn't rape if she let you, but she had to be eighteen- in Alabama,
- •Voice came from far away and was tiny. I saw something only a lawyer's
- •I said."
- •I was sittin' there on the porch last night, waiting. I waited and
- •I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and
- •In this part of the world's going to say, 'We think you're guilty, but
- •I was listening, and made it easier. "-I mean, before a man is
- •In our world that makes men lose their heads- they couldn't be fair if
- •In the woods."
- •I tortured myself and decided that if I married Jem and Dill had a
- •I remembered the distant disastrous occasion when I rushed to
- •I said what. He unbuttoned his shirt, grinning shyly.
- •It seemed only yesterday that he was telling me not to aggravate
- •I told Jem if that was so, then why didn't Tom's jury, made up of
- •Impertinence, and contented herself with, "Well, you won't get very
- •Immorality- nobody but j. Grimes Everett knows. You know, when the
- •I was reminded of the ancient little organ in the chapel at
- •I'm sure I don't know, I'm not read in that field, but sulky...
- •I could not see Mrs. Farrow.
- •It at that- seemed like that'd be a big comfort to Tom. Calpurnia
- •I met him. The diningroom door opened again and Miss Maudie joined us.
- •I thought Aunt Alexandra was crying, but when she took her hands
- •It and he eased her down the steps. Then he gave her to Calpurnia.
- •I raised my hand, remembering an old campaign slogan Atticus had
- •I did, and he said he could not possibly answer my question
- •I was too surprised to cry. I crept from Jem's room and shut the
- •It," said Atticus. "But I can guess. I proved him a liar but John made
- •I soon learned, however, that my services would be required on stage
- •I couldn't scratch, and once inside I could not get out of it alone.
- •In the middle of her sentence. She closed her mouth, then opened it to
- •Vanished with our years as mist with sunrise. "What was that old
- •I said it more to convince myself than Jem, for sure enough, as we
- •I would show Cecil that we knew he was behind us and we were ready
- •I ran in the direction of Jem's scream and sank into a flabby male
- •In Maycomb knew each other's voices.
- •It was a relief to be out. My arms were beginning to tingle, and
- •Including the time Jem fell out of the treehouse, and he had never
- •I led him through the hall and past the livingroom.
- •It was Atticus's turn to get up and go to the edge of the porch.
- •I'm older than you. When mine are grown I'll be an old man if I'm
- •I was trying to remember. Mr. Ewell was on me... Then he went
- •It took him forever to fold his newspaper and toss it in his chair.
- •In Maycomb includin' my wife'd be knocking on his door bringing
- •It. An expression of timid curiosity was on his face, as though he had
If you all came to the balcony with me?"
"Gosh yes," said Jem. Happily, we sped ahead of Reverend Sykes to
the courtroom floor. There, we went up a covered staircase and
waited at the door. Reverend Sykes came puffing behind us, and steered
us gently through the black people in the balcony. Four Negroes rose
and gave us their front-row seats.
The Colored balcony ran along three walls of the courtroom like a
second-story veranda, and from it we could see everything.
The jury sat to the left, under long windows. Sunburned, lanky, they
seemed to be all farmers, but this was natural: townfolk rarely sat on
juries, they were either struck or excused. One or two of the jury
looked vaguely like dressed-up Cunninghams. At this stage they sat
straight and alert.
The circuit solicitor and another man, Atticus and Tom Robinson
sat at tables with their backs to us. There was a brown book and
some yellow tablets on the solicitor's table; Atticus's was bare.
Just inside the railing that divided the spectators from the
court, the witnesses sat on cowhide-bottomed chairs. Their backs
were to us.
Judge Taylor was on the bench, looking like a sleepy old shark,
his pilot fish writing rapidly below in front of him. Judge Taylor
looked like most judges I had ever seen: amiable, white-haired,
slightly ruddy-faced, he was a man who ran his court with an
alarming informality- he sometimes propped his feet up, he often
cleaned his fingernails with his pocket knife. In long equity
hearings, especially after dinner, he gave the impression of dozing,
an impression dispelled forever when a lawyer once deliberately pushed
a pile of books to the floor in a desperate effort to wake him up.
Without opening his eyes, Judge Taylor murmured, "Mr. Whitley, do that
again and it'll cost you one hundred dollars."
He was a man learned in the law, and although he seemed to take
his job casually, in reality he kept a firm grip on any proceedings
that came before him. Only once was Judge Taylor ever seen at a dead
standstill in open court, and the Cunninghams stopped him. Old
Sarum, their stamping grounds, was populated by two families
separate and apart in the beginning, but unfortunately bearing the
same name. The Cunninghams married the Coninghams until the spelling
of the names was academic- academic until a Cunningham disputed a
Coningham over land titles and took to the law. During a controversy
of this character, Jeems Cunningham testified that his mother
spelled it Cunningham on deeds and things, but she was really a
Coningham, she was an uncertain speller, a seldom reader, and was
given to looking far away sometimes when she sat on the front
gallery in the evening. After nine hours of listening to the
eccentricities of Old Sarum's inhabitants, Judge Taylor threw the case
out of court. When asked upon what grounds, Judge Taylor said,
"Champertous connivance," and declared he hoped to God the litigants
were satisfied by each having had their public say. They were. That
was all they had wanted in the first place.
Judge Taylor had one interesting habit. He permitted smoking in
his courtroom but did not himself indulge: sometimes, if one was
lucky, one had the privilege of watching him put a long dry cigar into
his mouth and munch it slowly up. Bit by bit the dead cigar would
disappear, to reappear some hours later as a flat slick mess, its
essence extracted and mingling with Judge Taylor's digestive juices. I
once asked Atticus how Mrs. Taylor stood to kiss him, but Atticus said
they didn't kiss much.
The witness stand was to the right of Judge Taylor, and when we
got to our seats Mr. Heck Tate was already on it.
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"Jem," I said, "are those the Ewells sittin' down yonder?"
"Hush," said Jem, "Mr. Heck Tate's testifyin'."
Mr. Tate had dressed for the occasion. He wore an ordinary
business suit, which made him look somehow like every other man:
gone were his high boots, lumber jacket, and bullet-studded belt. From
that moment he ceased to terrify me. He was sitting forward in the
witness chair, his hands clasped between his knees, listening
attentively to the circuit solicitor.
The solicitor, a Mr. Gilmer, was not well known to us. He was from
Abbottsville; we saw him only when court convened, and that rarely,
for court was of no special interest to Jem and me. A balding,
smooth-faced man, he could have been anywhere between forty and sixty.
Although his back was to us, we knew he had a slight cast in one of
his eyes which he used to his advantage: he seemed to be looking at
a person when he was actually doing nothing of the kind, thus he was
hell on juries and witnesses. The jury, thinking themselves under
close scrutiny, paid attention; so did the witnesses, thinking
likewise.
"...in your own words, Mr. Tate," Mr. Gilmer was saying.
"Well," said Mr. Tate, touching his glasses and speaking to his
knees, "I was called-"
"Could you say it to the jury, Mr. Tate? Thank you. Who called you?"
Mr. Tate said, "I was fetched by Bob- by Mr. Bob Ewell yonder, one
night-"
"What night, sir?"
Mr. Tate said, "It was the night of November twenty-first. I was
just leaving my office to go home when B- Mr. Ewell came in, very
excited he was, and said get out to his house quick, some nigger'd
raped his girl."
"Did you go?"
"Certainly. Got in the car and went out as fast as I could."
"And what did you find?"
"Found her lying on the floor in the middle of the front room, one
on the right as you go in. She was pretty well beat up, but I heaved
her to her feet and she washed her face in a bucket in the corner
and said she was all right. I asked her who hurt her and she said it
was Tom Robinson-"
Judge Taylor, who had been concentrating on his fingernails,
looked up as if he were expecting an objection, but Atticus was quiet.
"-asked her if he beat her like that, she said yes he had. Asked her