Early:
I believe he already knows you...
Right pretty spell we're having, isn't it, Mr Arthur?
Yes, a right pretty spell.
'If this thing's hushed up it'll be a simple denial to Jem of the way I've tried to raise him.
'd take somebody mighty used to the dark to make a competent witness . . .’
Mr Tate was trying to dig a hole in the floor with the toe of his boot.
`I won't have it,'
Right pretty spell we're having, isn't it, Mr Arthur?
Yes, a right pretty spell.
'If this thing's hushed up it'll be a simple denial to Jem of the way I've tried to raise him.
'd take somebody mighty used to the dark to make a competent witness . . .’
Mr Tate was trying to dig a hole in the floor with the toe of his boot.
`I won't have it,'
Later:
`God damn it, I'm not thinking of Jem!'
He had moved with the same slowness that night in front of the jail,
Maycomb County.
Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr Finch. Let the dead bury the dead.'
Bob Ewell's got a kitchen knife in his craw.'
`Well, it'd be sort of like shootin' a mocking-bird, wouldn't it ?'
'Thank you for my children, Arthur,'
He had moved with the same slowness that night in front of the jail,
Maycomb County.
Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr Finch. Let the dead bury the dead.'
Bob Ewell's got a kitchen knife in his craw.'
`Well, it'd be sort of like shootin' a mocking-bird, wouldn't it ?'
'Thank you for my children, Arthur,'