Atticus had urged them to accept the state’s generosity in allowing them to plead Guilty to second-degree murder and escape with their lives,
but they were Haverfords, in Maycomb County a name synonymous with jackass.
The Haverfords had dispatched Maycomb’s leading blacksmith in a misunderstanding arising from the alleged wrongful detention of a mare,
were imprudent enough to do it in the presence of three witnesses,
and insisted that the-son-of-a-bitch-had-it-coming-to-him was a good enough defense for anybody.
They persisted in pleading Not Guilty to first-degree murder,
so there was nothing much Atticus could do for his clients except be present at their departure,
an occasion that was probably the beginning of my father’s profound distaste for the practice of criminal law.
During his first five years in Maycomb, Atticus practiced economy more than anything;
for several years thereafter he invested his earnings in his brother’s education.
John Hale Finch was ten years younger than my father, and chose to study medicine at a time when cotton was not worth growing;
but after getting Uncle Jack started, Atticus derived a reasonable income from the law.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색