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Chapter 17
Hewenttothecourtreporter,saidsomething,andthereporterentertainedusforsomeminutesbyreadingMr.Tate’stestimonyasifitwerestock-marketquotations:"...whicheyeherleftohyesthat’dmakeitherrightitwasherrighteyeMr.FinchIremembernowshewasbunged."Heflippedthepage."UponthatsideofthefaceSheriffpleaserepeatwhatyousaiditwasherrighteyeIsaid—"
"Thankyou,Bert,"saidAtticus."Youhearditagain,Mr.Ewell.Doyouhaveanythingtoaddtoit?Doyouagreewiththesheriff?"
"IholdswithTate.Hereyewasblackedandshewasmightybeatup."
Thelittlemanseemedtohaveforgottenhisprevioushumiliationfromthebench.ItwasbecomingevidentthathethoughtAtticusaneasymatch.Heseemedtogrowruddyagain;hischestswelled,andoncemorehewasaredlittlerooster.Ithoughthe’dbursthisshirtatAtticus’snextquestion:
"Mr.Ewell,canyoureadandwrite?"
Mr.Gilmerinterrupted."Objection,"hesaid."Can’tseewhatwitness’sliteracyhastodowiththecase,irrelevant’n’immaterial."
JudgeTaylorwasabouttospeakbutAtticussaid,"Judge,ifyou’llallowthequestionplusanotheroneyou’llsoonsee."
"Allright,let’ssee,"saidJudgeTaylor,"butmakesurewesee,Atticus.Overruled."
Mr.GilmerseemedascuriousastherestofusastowhatbearingthestateofMr.Ewell’seducationhadonthecase.
"I’llrepeatthequestion,"saidAtticus.
