So he tells Judge Taylor that he can’t serve on the jury because he doesn’t have anybody to keep store for him while he’s gone.
So Judge Taylor excuses him. Sometimes he excuses him wrathfully.”
“What’d make him think either one of ‘em’d stop trading with him?” I asked.
Jem said, “Miss Rachel would, Miss Maudie wouldn’t. But a jury’s vote’s secret, Atticus.”
Our father chuckled. “You’ve many more miles to go, son. A jury’s vote’s supposed to be secret.
Serving on a jury forces a man to make up his mind and declare himself about something.
Men don’t like to do that. Sometimes it’s unpleasant.”
Tom’s jury sho‘ made up its mind in a hurry,Jem muttered.
Atticus’s fingers went to his watchpocket. “No it didn’t,” he said, more to himself than to us.
That was the one thing that made me think, well, this may be the shadow of a beginning.”
That jury took a few hours. An inevitable verdict, maybe, but usually it takes ‘em just a few minutes.
This time—” he broke off and looked at us.You might like to know that there was one fellow who took considerable wearing down—
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