To Kill a Mockingbird - Chapter 17 Harper Lee
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Part Two Chapter 17
To Kill a Mockingbird
"Jem," I said, "are those the Ewells sittin' down yonder?"
"Hush," said Jem, "Mr. Heck Tate's testifyin'."
Mr. Tate had dressed for the occasion. He wore an ordinary
business suit, which made him look somehow like every other man:
gone were his high boots, lumber jacket, and bullet-studded belt. From
that moment he ceased to terrify me. He was sitting forward in the
witness chair, his hands clasped between his knees, listening
attentively to the circuit solicitor.
The solicitor, a Mr. Gilmer, was not well known to us. He was from
Abbottsville; we saw him only when court convened, and that rarely,
To Kill a Mockingbird
"Jem," I said, "are those the Ewells sittin' down yonder?"
"Hush," said Jem, "Mr. Heck Tate's testifyin'."
Mr. Tate had dressed for the occasion. He wore an ordinary
business suit, which made him look somehow like every other man:
gone were his high boots, lumber jacket, and bullet-studded belt. From
that moment he ceased to terrify me. He was sitting forward in the
witness chair, his hands clasped between his knees, listening
attentively to the circuit solicitor.
The solicitor, a Mr. Gilmer, was not well known to us. He was from
Abbottsville; we saw him only when court convened, and that rarely,
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