All the way to the house, Helen said, she heard a soft voice behind her, crooning foul words.
Thoroughly frightened, she telephoned Mr. Link at his store, which was not too far from his house.
As Mr. Link came out of his store he saw Mr. Ewell leaning on the fence.
Mr. Ewell said, “Don’t you look at me, Link Deas, like I was dirt. I ain’t jumped your—”
“First thing you can do, Ewell, is get your stinkin’ carcass off my property.
You’re leanin’ on it an’ I can’t afford fresh paint for it. Second thing you can do is stay away from my cook
or I’ll have you up for assault—” “I ain’t touched her, Link Deas, and ain’t about to go with no nigger!”
“You don’t have to touch her, all you have to do is make her afraid, an’ if assault ain’t enough to keep you locked up awhile,
I’ll get you in on the Ladies’ Law, so get outa my sight! If you don’t think I mean it, just bother that girl again!”
Mr. Ewell evidently thought he meant it, for Helen reported no further trouble.
“I don’t like it, Atticus, I don’t like it at all,” was Aunt Alexandra’s assessment of these events.
“That man seems to have a permanent running grudge against everybody connected with that case.
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