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TKMB Chapter 17 quotes (iffy about a few quotes)
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"Jem," "are those the Ewells sittin' down yonder?"
"Hush," "Mr. Heck Tate's testifyin'."
"...in your own words, Mr. Tate,"
"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?"
"I was fetched by Bob—by Mr. Bob Ewell yonder, one night—"
"What night, sir?"
"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 nigg**'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—"
"—asked her if he beat her like that, she said yes he had. Asked her if he took advantage of her and she said yes he did. So I went down to Robinson's house and brought him back. She identified him as the one, so I took him in. That's all there was to it."
"Thank you," said Mr. Gilmer.
Judge Taylor said, "Any questions, Atticus?"
"Yes," said my father.
"Did you call a doctor, Sheriff? Did anybody call a doctor?"
"Didn't call a doctor?"
"Well I can tell you why I didn't. It wasn't necessary, Mr. Finch. She was mighty banged up. Something sho' happened, it was obvious."
"But you didn't call a doctor?
While you were there did anyone send for one, fetch one, carry her to one?"
"No sir—""He's answered the question three times, Atticus.
He didn't call a doctor." "I just wanted to make sure, Judge," and the judge smiled.
. "What is it?" I whispered, and got a terse,
"Sheriff," "you say she was mighty banged up.
In what way?" "Well—" "Just describe her injuries, Heck."
"Well, she was beaten around the head. There was already bruises comin' on her arms, and it happened about thirty minutes before—"
"How do you know?"
"Sorry, that's what they said. Anyway, she was pretty bruised up when I got there, and she had a black eye comin'."
"Can't you remember?"
"Wait a minute, Sheriff," said Atticus. "Was it her left facing you or her left looking the same way you were?"
Mr. Tate said, "Oh yes, that'd make it her right. It was her right eye, Mr. Finch. I remember now, she was bunged up on that side of her face..."
"Sheriff, please repeat what you said."
"It was her right eye, I said." "No..."
"'Mr. Finch. I remember now she was bunged up on that side of the face.'"
Atticus looked up at Mr. Tate. "Which side again, Heck?"
"The right side, Mr. Finch, but she had more bruises—you wanta hear about 'em?"
"Yes, what were her other injuries?"
"...her arms were bruised, and she showed me her neck. There were definite finger marks on her gullet—"
"All around her throat? At the back of her neck?"
"I'd say they were all around, Mr. Finch."
"Yes sir, she had a small throat, anybody could'a reached around it with—"
"Just answer the question yes or no, please, Sheriff,"
"Mr. Finch? They gone?"
"...Robert E. Lee Ewell!"
"—so help me God," he crowed.
"Mr. Robert Ewell?"
"That's m'name, cap'n,"
"Are you the father of Mayella Ewell?"
"Well, if I ain't I can't do nothing about it now, her ma's dead," was the answer.
He turned slowly in his swivel chair and looked benignly at the witness. "Are you the father of Mayella Ewell?" he asked, in a way that made the laughter below us stop suddenly
. "Yes sir," Mr. Ewell said meekly.
"This the first time you've ever been in court? I don't recall ever seeing you here." "Well, let's get something straight. There will be no more audibly obscene speculations on any subject from anybody in this courtroom as long as I'm sitting here. Do you understand?"
"All right, Mr. Gilmer?"
"Thank you, sir. Mr. Ewell, would you tell us in your own words what happened on the evening of November twenty-first, please?"
"Well, the night of November twenty-one I was comin' in from the woods with a load o'kindlin' and just as I got to the fence I heard Mayella screamin' like a stuck hog inside the house—" Here Judge Taylor glanced sharply at the witness and must have decided his
"What time was it, Mr. Ewell?" "Just 'fore sundown.
Well, I was sayin' Mayella was screamin' fit to beat Jesus —" another glance from the bench silenced Mr. Ewell.
"Yes? She was screaming?"s
."Well, Mayella was raisin' this holy racket so I dropped m'load and run as fast as I could but I run into th' fence, but when I got distangled I run up to th' window and I seen—" Mr. Ewell's face grew scarlet. He stood up and pointed his finger at Tom Robinson. "—I seen that black nigg** yonder ruttin' on my Mayella!" So serene was Judge Taylor's court, that he had few occasions to use his gavel,
Mr.Ewell / father ewell same thing
Reverend Sykes leaned across Dill and me, pulling at Jem's elbow. "Mr. Jem," he said, "you better take Miss Jean Louise home. Mr. Jem, you hear me?" Jem turned his head. "Scout, go home. Dill, you'n'Scout go home." "You gotta make me first," I said, remembering Atticus's blessed dictum. Jem scowled furiously at me, then said to Reverend Sykes, "I think it's okay, Reverend, she doesn't understand it." I was mortally offended. "I most certainly do, I c'n understand anything you can." "Aw hush. She doesn't understand it, Reverend, she ain't nine yet." Reverend Sykes's black eyes were anxious. "Mr. Finch know you all are here? This ain't fit for Miss Jean Louise or you boys either." Jem shook his head. "He can't see us this far away. It's all right, Reverend."
"Mr. Ewell, did you see the defendant having sexual intercourse with your daughter?" "Yes, I did." The spectators were quiet, but the defendant said something. Atticus whispered to him, and Tom Robinson was silent. "You say you were at the window?" asked Mr. Gilmer. "Yes sir." "How far is it from the ground?" "'bout three foot."
"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 fight." "What did you do when you saw the defendant?" "Well, I run around the house to get in, but he run out the front door just ahead of me. I sawed who he was, all right. I was too distracted about Mayella to run after'im. I run in the house and she was lyin' on the floor squallin'—" "Then what did you do?" "Why, I run for Tate quick as I could. I knowed who it was, all right, lived down yonder in that nigg-nest, passed the house every day. Jedge, I've asked this county for fifteen years to clean out that nest down yonder, they're dangerous to live around 'sides devaluin' my property—" "Thank you, Mr. Ewell," said Mr. Gilmer hurriedly. The witness made a hasty descent from the stand and ran smack into Atticus, who had risen to question him. Judge Taylor permitted the court to laugh. "Just a minute, sir," said Atticus genially. "Could I ask you a question or two?" Mr. Ewell backed up into the witness chair, settled himself, and regarded Atticus with
"Mr. Ewell," "folks were doing a lot of running that night. Let's see, you say you ran to the house, you ran to the window, you ran inside, you ran to Mayella, you ran for Mr. Tate. Did you, during all this running, run for a doctor?"
"Wadn't no need to. I seen what happened."
"But there's one thing I don't understand," said Atticus. "Weren't you concerned with Mayella's condition?"
"I most positively was," said Mr. Ewell. "I seen who done it."
"No, I mean her physical condition. Did you not think the nature of her injuries warranted immediate medical attention?"
"Didn't you think she should have had a doctor, immediately?"
The witness said he never thought of it, he had never called a doctor to any of his'n in his life, and if he had it would have cost him five dollars. "That all?" he asked.
"Not quite," said Atticus casually. "Mr. Ewell, you heard the sheriff's testimony, didn't you?"
"You were in the courtroom when Mr. Heck Tate was on the stand, weren't you? You heard everything he said, didn't you?"
Mr. Ewell considered the matter carefully, and seemed to decide that the question was safe. "Yes," he said.
"Do you agree with his description of Mayella's injuries?"
"How's that?" Atticus looked around at Mr. Gilmer and smiled. Mr. Ewell seemed determined not to give the defense the time of day.
"Mr. Tate testified that her right eye was blackened, that she was beaten around the—" "Oh yeah," said the witness. "I hold with everything Tate said."
"You do?" asked Atticus mildly. "I just want to make sure." He went to the court reporter, said something, and the reporter entertained us for some minutes by reading Mr. Tate's testimony as if it were stock-market quotations: "...which eye her left oh yes that'd make it her right it was her right eye Mr. Finch I remember now she was bunged." He flipped the page. "Up on that side of the face Sheriff please repeat what you said it was her right eye I said—"
"Thank you, Bert," said Atticus.
"You heard it again, Mr. Ewell. Do you have anything to add to it?
Do you agree with the sheriff?" "I holds with Tate. Her eye was blacked and she was mighty beat up." The little man seemed to have forgotten his previous humiliation from the bench. It was becoming evident that he thought Atticus an easy match. He seemed to grow ruddy again; his chest swelled, and once more he was a red little rooster. I thought he'd burst his shirt at Atticus's next question:
"Mr. Ewell, can you read and write?"
"Objection," he said. "Can't see what witness's literacy has to do with the case, irrelevant'n'immaterial." Judge Taylor was about to speak but Atticus said, "Judge, if you'll allow the question plus another one you'll soon see."
"All right, let's see," said Judge Taylor, "but make sure we see, Atticus. Overruled."
"I'll repeat the question," said Atticus. "Can you read and write?"
"I most positively can."
"Will you write your name and show us?"
"I most positively will. How do you think I sign my relief checks?"
"Would you write your name for us?" he asked. "Clearly now, so the jury can see you do it."
"What's so interestin'?" he asked.
"You're left-handed, Mr. Ewell,"
. "About your writing with your left hand, are you ambidextrous, Mr. Ewell?"
"I most positively am not, I can use one hand good as the other. One hand good as the other," he added, glaring at the defense table. Jem seemed to be having a quiet fit. He was pounding the balcony rail softly, and once he whispered, "We've got him."
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