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Las aventuras de Tom Sawyer
Capítulo 21, Página 3
Next,
a
young
lady
with
dark
hair
and
eyes
came.
She
stopped,
looked
serious,
and
started
to
read
slowly:
A
VISION
The
night
was
dark
and
stormy.
No
stars
shone
in
the
sky.
Thunder
was
loud.
Lightning
flashed
in
the
clouds.
It
seemed
angry.
The
wind
blew
hard
and
wild.
At
this
dark
time,
I
wanted
a
friend.
But
instead,
"My
dear
friend,
my
guide,
my
joy,"
came
to
me.
She
moved
like
a
dream.
She
was
beautiful.
Her
steps
were
soft.
She
touched
me
gently.
She
pointed
outside
at
the
storm.
She
showed
me
two
people.
This
story
was
long
and
ended
with
a
sad
message.
It
won
the
first
prize.
The
mayor
gave
the
prize
and
said
it
was
the
best.
He
said
it
was
very
"eloquent"
and
even
Daniel
Webster
would
be
proud.
Many
stories
used
the
word
"beauteous"
too
much.
They
talked
about
life
as
"life's
page."
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