I say Miss Mayella lemme outa here an‘ tried to run but she got her back to the dooran’ I’da had to push her. I didn’t wanta harm her, Mr. Finch
What did she do?
Then you ran?Why did you run?
I sho‘ did, suh.I was scared, suh.
You felt sorry for her, you felt sorry for he?
“Yes, suh. I felt right sorry for her, she seemed to try more’n the rest of ‘em—
I don’t care one speck. It ain’t right, somehow it ain’t right to do ‘em that way.Hasn’t anybody got any business talkin’ like that—it just makes me sick.
Well, Dill, after all he’s just a Negro.
That ain’t honest, Mr. Raymond, making yourself out badder’n you are already-
Cry about what, Mr. Raymond?
Things haven’t caught up with that one’s instinct yet.#160;Let him get a little older and he won’t get sick and cry.
“Cry about the simple hell people give other people—without even thinking. Cryabout the hell white people give colored folks, without even stopping to think thatthey’re people, too.
It ain’t honest but it’s mighty helpful to folks. Secretly, Miss Finch, I’m notmuch of a drinker, but you see they could never, never understand that I live like Ido because that’s the way I want to live.
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