“Scout,” said Dill,she just fell down in the dirt. Just fell down in the dirt, like a giant with a big foot just came along and stepped on her.
Just ump—” Dill’s fat foot hit the ground. “Like you’d step on an ant.”
Dill said Calpurnia and Atticus lifted Helen to her feet and half carried, half walked her to the cabin.
They stayed inside a long time, and Atticus came out alone.
When they drove back by the dump, some of the Ewells hollered at them, but Dill didn’t catch what they said.
Maycomb was interested by the news of Tom’s death for perhaps two days; two days was enough for the information to spread through the county.
“Did you hear about?… No? Well, they say he was runnin‘ fit to beat lightnin’…”
To Maycomb, Tom’s death was typical. Typical of a nigger to cut and run.
Typical of a nigger’s mentality to have no plan, no thought for the future, just run blind first chance he saw.
Funny thing, Atticus Finch might’ve got him off scot free, but wait—? Hell no. You know how they are.
Easy come, easy go. Just shows you, that Robinson boy was legally married, they say he kept himself clean, went to church and all that,
but when it comes down to the line the veneer’s mighty thin. Nigger always comes out in ‘em.
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