Tom Robinson

Done, told

I done what she told me

Swallowed, widened

Tom Robinson swallowed again, and his eyes widened

Manner

Tom Robinson’s manners were as good as Atticus’

Scared

Mr Finch, if you were a N*** like me, you’d be scared too

Sorry

You felt sorry for her?

Face up

Scared I’d hafta face up what I didn’t do

Arm

His left arm was fully twelve inches shorter than his right

Seventeen

Seventeen bullet holes in him. They didn’t have to shoot that much

Dead

Tom was a dead man the minute Mayella open her mouth and screamed

Cotton gin

‘He got it caught in a cotton gin, caught it in Mr. Dolphus Raymond’s cotton gin when he was a boy… like to bled to death… tore all the muscles loose from his bones—’

Guilt

he would not have dared strike a white woman under any circumstances and expect to live long, so he took the first opportunity to run—a sure sign of guilt