"I was well before; why did she interfere with me?
She did it knowing what would happen; it promised her amusement.

I should have kept to myself, and have been safe.

She waylaid me.

That first meeting on the stairs----" He raged against her and against all women.
One evening, towards sunset, he came home dusty and weary and with a hang-dog air, for he had done something which made him ashamed.

Miles away from Ewell thirst and misery had brought him to a wayside inn, where--the first time for years--he drank strong liquor.