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Miss Emily Davis dipped snuff in private; Mr. Byron Waller could play the violin; Mr. Jake Slade was cutting his third set of te ...

Miss Maudie said she’d never seen Miss Stephanie go to the Jitney Jungle in a hat in her life. “Well,” said Miss Stephanie, “I t ...

“Always does. He likes ‘em better’n he likes us, I reckon. Lives by himself way down near the county line. He’s got a colored wo ...

“You can’t sometimes, not unless you know who they are. But he’s half Raymond, all right.” “But how can you tell?” I asked. “I t ...

cubbyholes: the tax assessor, the tax collector, the county clerk, the county solicitor, the circuit clerk, the judge of probate ...

“Whoa now, just a minute,” said a club member, holding up his walking stick. “Just don’t start up them there stairs yet awhile.” ...

writing rapidly below in front of him. Judge Taylor looked like most judges I had ever seen: amiable, white-haired, slightly rud ...

Mr. Heck Tate was already on it. Contents - Prev / Next Chapter 17 “Jem,” I said, “are those the Ewells sittin‘ down yonder?” “H ...

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. ...

didn’t call a doctor.” Atticus said, “I just wanted to make sure, Judge,” and the judge smiled. Jem’s hand, which was resting on ...

“It was her right eye, I said.” “No...” Atticus walked to the court reporter’s desk and bent down to the furiously scribbling ha ...

Our nightmare had gone with daylight, everything would come out all right. All the spectators were as relaxed as Judge Taylor, e ...

was a dirty yard containing the remains of a Model-T Ford (on blocks), a discarded dentist’s chair, an ancient icebox, plus less ...

to be the personal enemies of their parents, they suffer agonies, and are surprised to see them often go out arm-in-arm with the ...

speculations devoid of evil intent, for he subsided sleepily. “What time was it, Mr. Ewell?” “Just ‘fore sundown. Well, I was sa ...

into a sulky, tense, murmuring crowd, being slowly hypnotized by gavel taps lessening in intensity until the only sound in the c ...

“Did you have a clear view of the room?” “Yes sir.” “How did the room look?” “Well, it was all slung about, like there was a fig ...

“What?” “Didn’t you think she should have had a doctor, immediately?” The witness said he never thought of it, he had never call ...

It was becoming evident that he thought Atticus an easy match. He seemed to grow ruddy again; his chest swelled, and once more h ...

the witness stand, to see Mr. Gilmer half-sitting, half-standing at his table. The jury was watching him, one man was leaning fo ...