After ten forevers Dr. Reynolds returned.
Harper LeeWhy, if we followed our feelings all the
time we’d be like cats chasin‘ their tails.
What’s bothering you, son?”
Jem came to the point: “Mr. Ewell.”
“What has happened?”
“Nothing’s happened. We’re scared for you, and we think you oughta do something about him.”
Atticus smiled wryly. “Do what? Put him under a peace bond?”
“When a man says he’s gonna get you, looks like he means it.”
“He meant it when he said it,” said Atticus. “Jem, see if you can stand in Bob Ewell’s shoes a minute. I destroyed his last shred of credibility at that trial, if he had any to begin with. The man had to have some kind of comeback, his kind always does. So if spitting in my face and threatening me saved Mayella Ewell one extra beating, that’s something I’ll gladly take. He had to take it out on somebody and I’d rather it be me than that houseful of children out there. You understand?
There’s nothing more sickening to me than a low-grade white man who’ll take advantage of a Negro’s ignorance. Don’t fool yourselves—it’s all adding up and one of these days we’re going to pay the bill for it. I hope it’s not in you children’s time.
Harper LeeHis lips parted into a timid smile, and our neighbor’s image blurred with my sudden tears. “Hey, Boo,” I said.
Harper LeeJem’s not quite thirteen… no, he’s already thirteen—I can’t remember. Anyway, it’ll come before county court.
Harper LeeThank you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t want my boy starting out with something like this over his head. Best way to clear the air is to have it all out in the open. Let the county come and bring sandwiches. I don’t want him growing up with a whisper about him, I don’t want anybody saying, ‘Jem Finch… his daddy paid a mint to get him out of that.
Harper LeeHeck, can’t you even try to see it my way? You’ve got children of your own, but I’m older than you. When mine are grown I’ll be an old man if I’m still around, but right now I’m—if they don’t trust me they won’t trust anybody. Jem and Scout know what happened. If they hear of me saying downtown something different happened—Heck, I won’t have them any more. I can’t live one way in town and another way in my home.
Harper LeeThere’s a black boy dead for no reason, and the man responsible for it’s dead. Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr. Finch. Let the dead bury the dead.
Harper LeeI may not be much, Mr. Finch, but I'm still sheriff of Maycomb County, and Bob Ewell fell on his knife.
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