1, “Answer the question,” said Judge Taylor. One-third of his cigar
had vanished.
“Mr. Finch, I got down offa that chair an’ turned around an’ she
sorta jumped on me.”
“Jumped on you? Violently?”
“No suh, she—she hugged me. She hugged me round the waist.”
This time Judge Taylor’s gavel came down with a bang, and as it
did the overhead lights went on in the courtroom. Darkness had not
come, but the afternoon sun had left the windows. Judge Taylor quickly
restored order.
“Then what did she do?”
The witness swallowed hard. “She reached up an’ kissed me ‘side of
th’ face. She says she never kissed a grown man before an’ she might as
well kiss a ♥♥♥♥♥♥. She says what her papa do to her don’t count. She
says, ‘Kiss me back, ♥♥♥♥♥♥.’ I say Miss Mayella lemme outa here an’
tried to run but she got her back to the door an’ I’da had to push her. I
didn’t wanta harm her, Mr. Finch, an’ I say lemme pass, but just when I

2, say it Mr. Ewell yonder hollered through th’ window.”
“What did he say?”
Tom Robinson swallowed again, and his eyes widened. “Somethin’
not fittin’ to say—not fittin’ for these folks’n chillun to hear—”
“What did he say, Tom? You must tell the jury what he said.”
Tom Robinson shut his eyes tight. “He says you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥,
I’ll kill ya.”
“Then what happened?”
“Mr. Finch, I was runnin’ so fast I didn’t know what happened.”
“Tom, did you rape Mayella Ewell?”
“I did not, suh.”
“Did you harm her in any way?”
“I did not, suh.”
“Did you resist her advances?”
“Mr. Finch, I tried. I tried to ‘thout bein’ ugly to her. I didn’t wanta
be ugly, I didn’t wanta push her or nothin’.”
It occurred to me that in their own way, Tom Robinson’s manners
were as good as Atticus’s. Until my father explained it to me later, I did
not understand the subtlety of Tom’s predicament: he would not have

3, dared strike a white woman under any circumstances and expect to live
long, so he took the first opportunity to run—a sure sign of guilt.

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