You’ve never seen him get good’n down on one yet. Why, when—well, today Mr. Gilmer seemed to me like he wasn’t half trying.
They do ’em all that way, most lawyers, I mean.” “Mr. Finch doesn’t.”
He’s not an example, Dill, he’s—I was trying to grope in my memory for a sharp phrase of Miss Maudie Atkinson’s.
I had it:He’s the same in the courtroom as he is on the public streets.”
“That’s not what I mean,” said Dill. “I know what you mean, boy,” said a voice behind us.
We thought it came from the tree-trunk, but it belonged to Mr. Dolphus Raymond.
He peered around the trunk at us. “You aren’t thin-hided, it just makes you sick, doesn’t it?”
Chapter 20
“Come on round here, son, I got something that’ll settle your stomach.”
As Mr. Dolphus Raymond was an evil man I accepted his invitation reluctantly, but I followed Dill.
Somehow, I didn’t think Atticus would like it if we became friendly with Mr. Raymond, and I knew Aunt Alexandra wouldn’t.
“Here,” he said, offering Dill his paper sack with straws in it. “Take a good sip, it’ll quieten you.”
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