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Chapter 17
IwasjustleavingmyofficetogohomewhenB—Mr.Ewellcamein,veryexcitedhewas,andsaidgetouttohishousequick,somenigger’drapedhisgirl."
"Didyougo?"
"Certainly.GotinthecarandwentoutasfastasIcould."
"Andwhatdidyoufind?"
"Foundherlyingonthefloorinthemiddleofthefrontroom,oneontherightasyougoin.Shewasprettywellbeatup,butIheavedhertoherfeetandshewashedherfaceinabucketinthecornerandsaidshewasallright.IaskedherwhohurtherandshesaiditwasTomRobinson—"
JudgeTaylor,whohadbeenconcentratingonhisfingernails,lookedupasifhewereexpectinganobjection,butAtticuswasquiet.
"—askedherifhebeatherlikethat,shesaidyeshehad.Askedherifhetookadvantageofherandshesaidyeshedid.SoIwentdowntoRobinson’shouseandbroughthimback.Sheidentifiedhimastheone,soItookhimin.That’salltherewastoit."
"Thankyou,"saidMr.Gilmer.
JudgeTaylorsaid,"Anyquestions,Atticus?"
"Yes,"saidmyfather.Hewassittingbehindhistable;hischairwasskewedtooneside,hislegswerecrossedandonearmwasrestingonthebackofhischair.
"Didyoucalladoctor,Sheriff?Didanybodycalladoctor?"askedAtticus.
"Nosir,"saidMr.Tate.
"Didn’tcalladoctor?"
"Nosir,"repeatedMr.Tate.
"Whynot?"TherewasanedgetoAtticus’svoice.
"WellIcantellyouwhyIdidn’t.Itwasn’tnecessary,Mr.Finch.Shewasmightybangedup.
