"Alive, Miss Emily had been a tradition, a duty, and a care; a sort of hereditary obligation upon the town, dating from that day in 1894 wnen Colonel Sartoris, the mayor, remitted her taxes" "Only a man of Colonel Sartoris' generation and thought could have invented it, and only a woman could have believed it."
The town has decided to remit your taxes.
"After her father's death she went put very little; after her sweetheart went away, people hardly saw her at all"
people in our town, remembering how old lady Wyatt, her great-aunt, had gone completely crazy at last, believed that the Griersons held themselves a little too high for what they really were. None of the young men were quite good enough for Miss Emily and such.
We had long thought of them as a tableau, Miss Emily a slender figure in white in the backgrounds, her father a spraddled silhouette in the foreground, his back to her and clutching a horsewhip , the two of them framed by the back-flung front door.
so when she got to be thirty and was still single, we were not pleased exactly, but vindicated; even with insanity in the family she would't have turned down all of her chances if they had really materialized
When her father died, it got about that the house was all that was left to her ; and in a way, people were glad, at last they could pity Miss Emily. being left alone, and a pauper, she had become humanized. now she too would know the old thrill and the old despair of a penny more or less.