“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.
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