To kill a mockingbird ch.1-10

Through all the head-shaking, quelling of nausea and Jem-yelling, I had heard another sound, so low I could not have heard it from the sidewalk.

Miss Maudie's face likened such an occurrence unto an Old Testament pestilence

Ground, sky and houses melted into a mad palette, my ears throbbed, I was suffocating.

It was obstreperous, disorderly and abusive -"
"You gonna give me a chance to tell you?

Boo's transition from the basement toback home was nebulous in Jem's memory.

Uncle Jack instructed us in the rudiments thereof; he said Atticus wasn't interested in guns

There was a long jagged sear that ran across his face; what teeth he had were yellow and rotten; his eyes popped, and he drooled most of the time.

Dizzy and nauseated, I lay on the cement and shook my head still, pounded my ears to silence, and heard Jem's voice: "Scout, get away from there, come on!"

Once the town was terrorized by a series of morbid nocturnal events: people's chickens and household pets were found mutilated; although the culprit was Crazy Addie, who eventually drowned himself in Barker's Eddy, people still looked at the Radley

In Maycomb County, hunting out of season was a misdemeanor at law, a capital felony in the eyes of the populace.

He simply murmured, "Her use of bathroom invective leaves nothing to the imagination.

Mr. Avery averaged a stick of stovewood per week; he honed it down to a toothpick and chewed it.

Jem looked around, reached up, and gingerly pocketed a tiny shiny package.

The cootie's host showed not the faintest interest in the furor he had wrought.

Jem threw open the gate and sped to the side of the house, slapped it with his palm and ran back past us, not waiting to see if his foray was successful.

The Radley Place was inhabited by an unknown entity the mere
description of whom was enough to make us behave for days on end; Mrs. Dubose was plain hell.

According to neighborhood legend, when the younger Radley boy was in his teens he became acquainted with some of the Cunninghams from Old Sarum, an enormous and confusing tribe domiciled in the northern part of the county, and they formed the neare.

It was all right to shut him up, Mr. Radley conceded, but insisted that Boo not be charged with anything: he was not a criminal.

Until Jem and Dill excluded me from their plans, she was only another lady in the neighborhood, but a relatively benign presence.

When it healed, and Jem's fears of never being able to play football were assuaged, he was seldom self-conscious about his injury.