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But
she
did
not
hear
the
compassion
in
his
invitation
.
"
I
got
somethin
’
to
say
an
’
then
I
ain
’
t
gonna
say
no
more
.
That
nigger
yonder
took
advantage
of
me
an
’
if
you
fine
fancy
gentlemen
don
’
t
wanta
do
nothin
’
about
it
then
you
’
re
all
yellow
stinkin
’
cowards
,
stinkin
’
cowards
,
the
lot
of
you
.
Your
fancy
airs
don
’
t
come
to
nothin
’
—
your
ma
’
amin
’
and
Miss
Mayellerin
’
don
’
t
come
to
nothin
’
,
Mr
.
Finch
—
"
Then
she
burst
into
real
tears
.
Her
shoulders
shook
with
angry
sobs
.
She
was
as
good
as
her
word
.
She
answered
no
more
questions
,
even
when
Mr
.
Gilmer
tried
to
get
her
back
on
the
track
.
I
guess
if
she
hadn
’
t
been
so
poor
and
ignorant
,
Judge
Taylor
would
have
put
her
under
the
jail
for
the
contempt
she
had
shown
everybody
in
the
courtroom
.
Somehow
,
Atticus
had
hit
her
hard
in
a
way
that
was
not
clear
to
me
,
but
it
gave
him
no
pleasure
to
do
so
.
He
sat
with
his
head
down
,
and
I
never
saw
anybody
glare
at
anyone
with
the
hatred
Mayella
showed
when
she
left
the
stand
and
walked
by
Atticus
’
s
table
.
When
Mr
.
Gilmer
told
Judge
Taylor
that
the
state
rested
,
Judge
Taylor
said
,
"
It
’
s
time
we
all
did
.
We
’
ll
take
ten
minutes
.
"
Atticus
and
Mr
.
Gilmer
met
in
front
of
the
bench
and
whispered
,
then
they
left
the
courtroom
by
a
door
behind
the
witness
stand
,
which
was
a
signal
for
us
all
to
stretch
.
I
discovered
that
I
had
been
sitting
on
the
edge
of
the
long
bench
,
and
I
was
somewhat
numb
.
Jem
got
up
and
yawned
,
Dill
did
likewise
,
and
Reverend
Sykes
wiped
his
face
on
his
hat
.
The
temperature
was
an
easy
ninety
,
he
said
.
Mr
.
Braxton
Underwood
,
who
had
been
sitting
quietly
in
a
chair
reserved
for
the
Press
,
soaking
up
testimony
with
his
sponge
of
a
brain
,
allowed
his
bitter
eyes
to
rove
over
the
colored
balcony
,
and
they
met
mine
.
He
gave
a
snort
and
looked
away
.
"
Jem
,
"
I
said
,
"
Mr
.
Underwood
’
s
seen
us
.
"
"
That
’
s
okay
.
He
won
’
t
tell
Atticus
,
he
’
ll
just
put
it
on
the
social
side
of
the
Tribune
.
"
Jem
turned
back
to
Dill
,
explaining
,
I
suppose
,
the
finer
points
of
the
trial
to
him
,
but
I
wondered
what
they
were
.
There
had
been
no
lengthy
debates
between
Atticus
and
Mr
.
Gilmer
on
any
points
;
Mr
.
Gilmer
seemed
to
be
prosecuting
almost
reluctantly
;
witnesses
had
been
led
by
the
nose
as
es
are
,
with
few
objections
.
But
Atticus
had
once
told
us
that
in
Judge
Taylor
’
s
court
any
lawyer
who
was
a
strict
constructionist
on
evidence
usually
wound
up
receiving
strict
instructions
from
the
bench
.
He
distilled
this
for
me
to
mean
that
Judge
Taylor
might
look
lazy
and
operate
in
his
sleep
,
but
he
was
seldom
reversed
,
and
that
was
the
proof
of
the
pudding
.
Atticus
said
he
was
a
good
judge
.
Presently
Judge
Taylor
returned
and
climbed
into
his
swivel
chair
.
He
took
a
cigar
from
his
vest
pocket
and
examined
it
thoughtfully
.
I
punched
Dill
.
Having
passed
the
judge
’
s
inspection
,
the
cigar
suffered
a
vicious
bite
.
"
We
come
down
sometimes
to
watch
him
,
"
I
explained
.
"
It
’
s
gonna
take
him
the
rest
of
the
afternoon
,
now
.
You
watch
.
"
Unaware
of
public
scrutiny
from
above
,
Judge
Taylor
disposed
of
the
severed
end
by
propelling
it
expertly
to
his
lips
and
saying
,
"
Fhluck
!
"
He
hit
a
spittoon
so
squarely
we
could
hear
it
slosh
.
"
Bet
he
was
hell
with
a
spitball
,
"
murmured
Dill
.
