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           HeckTate’sandmytrickofpretendingtherewasapersoninfrontofus.SheglancedatMr.Gilmer.

           "It’saneasyquestion,MissMayella,soI’lltryagain.Doyourememberhimbeatingyouabouttheface?"Atticus’svoicehadlostitscomfortableness;hewasspeakinginhisarid,detachedprofessionalvoice."Doyourememberhimbeatingyouabouttheface?"

           "No,Idon’trecollectifhehitme.ImeanyesIdo,hehitme."

           "Wasyourlastsentenceyouranswer?"

           "Huh?Yes,hehit—Ijustdon’tremember,Ijustdon’tremember...itallhappenedsoquick."

           JudgeTaylorlookedsternlyatMayella."Don’tyoucry,youngwoman—"hebegan,butAtticussaid,"Lethercryifshewantsto,Judge.We’vegotallthetimeintheworld."

           MayellasniffedwrathfullyandlookedatAtticus."I’llansweranyquestionyougot—getmeupherean’mockme,willyou?I’llansweranyquestionyougot—"

           "That’sfine,"saidAtticus."There’reonlyafewmore.MissMayella,nottobetedious,you’vetestifiedthatthedefendanthityou,grabbedyouaroundtheneck,chokedyou,andtookadvantageofyou.Iwantyoutobesureyouhavetherightman.Willyouidentifythemanwhorapedyou?"

           "Iwill,that’shimrightyonder."

           Atticusturnedtothedefendant."Tom,standup.LetMissMayellahaveagoodlonglookatyou.Isthistheman,MissMayella?"

           TomRobinson’spowerfulshouldersrippledunderhisthinshirt.