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Chapter 18
Yourfancyairsdon’tcometonothin’—yourma’amin’andMissMayellerin’don’tcometonothin’,Mr.Finch—"
Thensheburstintorealtears.Hershouldersshookwithangrysobs.Shewasasgoodasherword.Sheanswerednomorequestions,evenwhenMr.Gilmertriedtogetherbackonthetrack.Iguessifshehadn’tbeensopoorandignorant,JudgeTaylorwouldhaveputherunderthejailforthecontemptshehadshowneverybodyinthecourtroom.Somehow,Atticushadhitherhardinawaythatwasnotcleartome,butitgavehimnopleasuretodoso.Hesatwithhisheaddown,andIneversawanybodyglareatanyonewiththehatredMayellashowedwhensheleftthestandandwalkedbyAtticus’stable.
WhenMr.GilmertoldJudgeTaylorthatthestaterested,JudgeTaylorsaid,"It’stimewealldid.We’lltaketenminutes."
AtticusandMr.Gilmermetinfrontofthebenchandwhispered,thentheyleftthecourtroombyadoorbehindthewitnessstand,whichwasasignalforusalltostretch.IdiscoveredthatIhadbeensittingontheedgeofthelongbench,andIwassomewhatnumb.Jemgotupandyawned,Dilldidlikewise,andReverendSykeswipedhisfaceonhishat.Thetemperaturewasaneasyninety,hesaid.
Mr.BraxtonUnderwood,whohadbeensittingquietlyinachairreservedforthePress,soakinguptestimonywithhisspongeofabrain,allowedhisbittereyestoroveoverthecoloredbalcony,andtheymetmine.Hegaveasnortandlookedaway.
"Jem,"Isaid,"Mr.
