Late:
`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,'