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Chapter 18
Gilmer,"Wellsir,Iwasontheporchand—andhecamealongand,yousee,therewasthisoldchiffarobeintheyardPapa’dbroughtintochopupforkindlin’—PapatoldmetodoitwhilehewasoffinthewoodsbutIwadn’tfeelin’strongenoughthen,sohecameby—"
"Whois‘he’?"
MayellapointedtoTomRobinson."I’llhavetoaskyoutobemorespecific,please,"saidMr.Gilmer."Thereportercan’tputdowngesturesverywell."
"That’nyonder,"shesaid."Robinson."
"Thenwhathappened?"
"Isaidcomehere,nigger,andbustupthischiffarobeforme,Igottanickelforyou.Hecouldadoneiteasyenough,hecould.Sohecomeintheyardan’IwentinthehousetogethimthenickelandIturnedaroundan‘foreIknewithewasonme.Justrunupbehindme,hedid.Hegotmeroundtheneck,cussin’mean’sayin’dirt—Ifought’n’hollered,buthehadmeroundtheneck.Hehitmeaginan’agin—"
Mr.GilmerwaitedforMayellatocollectherself:shehadtwistedherhandkerchiefintoasweatyrope;whensheopenedittowipeherfaceitwasamassofcreasesfromherhothands.ShewaitedforMr.Gilmertoaskanotherquestion,butwhenhedidn’t,shesaid,"—hechunkedmeontheflooran’chokedme’ntookadvantageofme."
"Didyouscream?"askedMr.Gilmer."Didyouscreamandfightback?"
"ReckonIdid,holleredforallIwasworth,kickedandholleredloudasIcould."
